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href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-som-da-flauta.html' title='O som da flauta...'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8iPGZOOlMSI/TuYWZoMwKoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZoK3w7cu21c/s72-c/fada-4515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-7276857836832386847</id><published>2011-11-11T18:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:12:11.523-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Introspecção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFwOS83SWZM/Tr2I86yAUGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eFetVHDEVsY/s1600/fabula_mulher_triste_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFwOS83SWZM/Tr2I86yAUGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eFetVHDEVsY/s320/fabula_mulher_triste_01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa eu sangrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por esse momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa explodir o meu templo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esvaziar meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesse escuro delírio&lt;br /&gt;De fé e desilusão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa-me partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em mil pedaços&lt;br /&gt;E rasgar a memória do que passou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa eu chorar esse tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa eu gritar aqui dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romper o silêncio da razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Libertar a emoção ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derramar os ventos, os cheiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As labaredas desse sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O chá de camomila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A calma suicida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa sangrar ao menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa voar então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A alma e meus lamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E as coisas como estão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frases feitas, flores artificiais&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos que só enfeitam a cor da verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da vida quero beber muito mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não, não na beira desse cais&lt;br /&gt;De mentiras e ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa eu sangrar aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;Deixa esvaziar o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E por todo esse momento&lt;br /&gt;Eu te peço: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me deixe não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7276857836832386847?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7276857836832386847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7276857836832386847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-7155987105464091133</id><published>2011-11-01T20:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:05:23.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedras...</title><content type='html'>Pedras sozinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Chorando caminham.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mundo vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Só restam elas.&lt;br /&gt;Pedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei a redoma&lt;br /&gt;sangrei as mãos&lt;br /&gt;juntei os cacos&lt;br /&gt;joguei no abismo&lt;br /&gt;pra não deixar vestigios&lt;br /&gt;dessa minha prisão&lt;br /&gt;canto infinito&lt;br /&gt;minha voz ecoou&lt;br /&gt;pelo espaço vazio&lt;br /&gt;meu canto lavou&lt;br /&gt;a dor da prisão&lt;br /&gt;a falta de amor&lt;br /&gt;agora estou num lugar&lt;br /&gt;onde a paz não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;sou anjo, sou pássaro&lt;br /&gt;sou eu em mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-7745232945866773376</id><published>2011-10-04T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:21:41.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atravessiamo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Partir de tudo o que não somos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Deixando tudo o que não é nosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Partir sem medo de abrir a porta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;E simplesmente ir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Com a coragem na mala de viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;O peito carregado mas nunca vencido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Sigo a estrela da minha manhã mais ensolarada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Abençoado pelos raios que coloriram meu sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Sentados numa pedra solitária na beira do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;E o pensar e o achar, são apenas o que acham e o que pensam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Mas não são o que somos e o que queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Deixaremos o sabor artificial de uma vida mistificada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Porque queremos a virtude original de um sonho sendo respeitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Acreditado, e porque não admirado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Buscaremos o que nos cabe, o que nos move, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;E o que nos move nos mantém vivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Nos mantém humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Demasiadamente aquilo que amamos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Parece estranho quando um olhar estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Vê apenas o que pode ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;E do lugar onde estás julga poder entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;O querer de uma alma com sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Mesmo sem o juízo do mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Quando lhe julgam absurdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Eu encontro o abrigo de mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Sabendo de tudo o que plantei e colhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Sementes e espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Que me fizeram chorar e sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Mostram que eu aprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Do amanha nada saberemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Podemos seguir um curso perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Programado, onde tudo seja &amp;nbsp;estudado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Qualquer futuro defeito ou erro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Pra que tenhamos apenas a opção de acertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;E assim satisfazer as expectativas que nos cercam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Mesmo quando elas não tem a intenção de nos atropelar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Não importa como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Mas chegaremos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Percorrendo do nosso modo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Se é o certo, se é errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Ninguém pode prever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Se não arriscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7745232945866773376?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7745232945866773376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7745232945866773376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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danço e me curvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E o vento forte já não pode derrubar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E essa tempestade que vai e volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Torna-me bailarina da vida que escolhi amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; 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MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X0R5YO86S_s/TlVeknsJwTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-bwBHPMVA78/s72-c/PQAAAAxk4N5ogk0bDWvdBaEJ4tSTX-j20UlgxVPZy2evq6jynH1XwS2aS9xtrPDmF6feVMIg4_tVWhi9M0rbPykYXrgAm1T1UKqpMqqpCSrf1XSGkWhQBtcN5rgm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-8748239514087074715</id><published>2011-03-29T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:28:41.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Travessia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmPOrfLTNaA/TZIyQP5iWmI/AAAAAAAAAec/rgw9s3J0edY/s1600/SSL24137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmPOrfLTNaA/TZIyQP5iWmI/AAAAAAAAAec/rgw9s3J0edY/s320/SSL24137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo as palmas dos coqueiros&lt;br /&gt;Sob os raios de Sol de frente ao mar&lt;br /&gt;dançam ouvindo&amp;nbsp;a música&lt;br /&gt;e como o vento não param de suspirar&lt;br /&gt;Logo, serena vem a dor no peito&lt;br /&gt;Dessa imensa vontade de voar&lt;br /&gt;Folhas enfeitadas entregues ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Voltam vazias sem nada para contar&lt;br /&gt;Paisagens que não vivi,&lt;br /&gt;Como voltar se de lá nunca partir?&lt;br /&gt;Que parte de mim ainda não tenho &lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;se de tanto querer nunca conheci&lt;br /&gt;Como sorrir inventando mil fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Quando a realidade já não mais permite&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi parar a montanha e a casinha&lt;br /&gt;E o jardim de flores humildes?&lt;br /&gt;Como chorar a saudade vazia&lt;br /&gt;Se os meus olhos secos fogem por aí&lt;br /&gt;No desejo profundo de reviver o brilho que havia&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me embora nesses versos&lt;br /&gt;Atravessando o mar que resisti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8748239514087074715?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8748239514087074715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=8748239514087074715' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-764228819203120668</id><published>2010-11-24T20:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T18:35:09.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O nome dela é Yayá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gente como a gente&lt;br /&gt;A gente diferente&lt;br /&gt;Que faz o mundo girar&lt;br /&gt;Ela sacode a poeira &lt;br /&gt;Bota o sorriso no rosto&lt;br /&gt;E corre pra ver o Sol raiar&lt;br /&gt;Ela com sua ginga ligeira&lt;br /&gt;De alma colorida e pele preta&lt;br /&gt;Dá um brilho especial a vida&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo com lágrima no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Não deixa a alegria passar&lt;br /&gt;O nome dela é Yayá&lt;br /&gt;O nome dela é Yayá&lt;br /&gt;Ana Carolina, Ana menina&lt;br /&gt;Karu, Kaju, kaká&lt;br /&gt;Mas minha alma escolheu&lt;br /&gt;Quando no seu abraço me acolheu &lt;br /&gt;E agora o nome dela é Yayá!&lt;br /&gt;O nome dela é Yayá!&lt;br /&gt;Axé minha Mãe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-764228819203120668?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/764228819203120668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=764228819203120668' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/764228819203120668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/764228819203120668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-nome-dela-e-yaya.html' title='O nome dela é 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TO2OFdeOnVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t9A4Tvmp0b0/s1600/Mendigo+no+DF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Zé la de riba&lt;br /&gt;Zé do sertão&lt;br /&gt;Zé de que família?&lt;br /&gt;Zé de zés irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Zé não se sabe mais de onde &lt;br /&gt;Zé fugiu e não tem mais casa&lt;br /&gt;Zé que da miséria se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Numa cidade sem alma&lt;br /&gt;Zé do violão que canta&lt;br /&gt;Pra alegrar a dor da fome&lt;br /&gt;Zé que a seus amigos encanta&lt;br /&gt;Espantando a solidão da noite&lt;br /&gt;Zé que seria José, se só Zé não fosse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7857033690344721464?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7857033690344721464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7857033690344721464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7857033690344721464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7857033690344721464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/11/ze.html' title='Zé...'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TO2OFdeOnVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t9A4Tvmp0b0/s72-c/Mendigo+no+DF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-4803417721349565374</id><published>2010-11-18T20:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:21:55.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A dita dura  do SUStema!</title><content type='html'>Se empurrarem não engula&lt;br /&gt;Se engolir não se renda&lt;br /&gt;Vomite o que chamam de cura!&lt;br /&gt;E quando vier o monstro do SUSto &lt;br /&gt;Finja que leu a bula, mas não trema.&lt;br /&gt;Abra seus ouvidos no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Atente-se ao aparelho mudo&lt;br /&gt;A tudo mata sem ter pena!&lt;br /&gt;Desenforme-se o quanto antes&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe sua mente surda!&lt;br /&gt;Não se conforme!&lt;br /&gt;A voz não nasceu pra ficar muda!&lt;br /&gt;Deixe sua alma revidar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse lugar eles não podem lhe sufocar&lt;br /&gt;Mas se fingires que não vê&lt;br /&gt;Ele envenena e te morde!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ligar a TV &lt;br /&gt;Com uma bomba midiática o miolo explode&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia Dona Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez acorrentados movimentem-se!&lt;br /&gt;Olhem para todo o aparelhado!&lt;br /&gt;E defendam-se!&lt;br /&gt;Não se aSUSte&lt;br /&gt;Esteja esperto e desaperte o mute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-4803417721349565374?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4803417721349565374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=4803417721349565374' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-6153110401552221771</id><published>2010-10-12T13:09:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:27:00.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Criança!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TLSLvKyYP6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/0EKRwP025Xo/s1600/crianca-sorrindo02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TLSLvKyYP6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/0EKRwP025Xo/s320/crianca-sorrindo02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Encontrei um grilo sobre a sacada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Na manhã de domingo e de algodão-doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O grilo tinha asas verde esmeralda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E fez cri-cri durante toda a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O vento fez cócegas no meu cabelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o grilo voou espantado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu ri da nuvem que tinha forma de camelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o algodão-doce caiu lá em baixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olhei pela janela do meu quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E lá no chão riam as formigas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todas felizes cochichavam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Ah! Como é doce essa vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eram o grilo e as formigas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O camelo e as nuvens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Algodão-doce, vento e janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O mundo de cores pintado por ela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6153110401552221771?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6153110401552221771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6153110401552221771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6153110401552221771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6153110401552221771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/10/crianca.html' title='A Criança!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TLSLvKyYP6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/0EKRwP025Xo/s72-c/crianca-sorrindo02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-6465553976146357600</id><published>2010-10-12T11:22:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T07:44:22.544-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Menos um!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TLRti8IZqvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SBtkiVLdw6A/s1600/justica-cega-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TLRti8IZqvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SBtkiVLdw6A/s320/justica-cega-21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O discurso ideológico burguês passeia livremente sobre as mentes samongas durante a missa jurídica semestral. A alienação rotineira salta dos olhares nublados e esfumaceia o ar de mais uma prisão literária repressiva. Repetitivamente aprende-se da história, a velha estorinha do "justiceiro" que sob o véu de palavras sedutoras legitima o modelo antigo de exploração e discrimina com estereótipos de teorias dominadoras, os explorados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os docentes re-utilizam os pré-conceitos estabelecidos e já não exclamam em seus olhos o brilho da dúvida, da indagação, e nem mesmo o da indignação... E tudo parece tão normal... numa sala que fede a alienação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os discentes em seus "assim seja"s coloquiais, automatizam-se através de sermões e brocardos; e no auto copia/cola enfeitam seus cadernos com argumentos superficiais que só reproduzem a mesma "Constituição" da história jurídica. E descaradamente exacerbam o individualismo tornando-o um monstro visível do curso de Direito. Ainda roem as unhas de ansiedade para na próxima avaliação bimestral tirarem a nota mais alta e se possível anunciar nos corredores da Universidade, a vaidade fenomenal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o curso segue impunemente sua metodologia selecionista e esmagadora, justificando o sistema atual e a irracionalização de seres humanos quando abrem a boca e berram "indignados":&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Pena de morte! Esses marginais tem mais é que morrer! Ah! Tem trabalho, tem emprego, tão roubando por que? Prisão é pouco! Tem que ter pena de morte! Incêndio na favela, hahaha, eles fazem casa onde não devem e só atrapalham, além disso só tem traficante lá dentro, tem mais é que morrer! E o nordeste, a gente sustenta aquela porra lá, e o povo nem trabalha. Ah vão se fuder, esses bicho são tudo palha mesmo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Pô cara! eu tava lá na Bahia e os policiais pegaram um bando de "marginalzinho" roubando, cheirando, fedendo... não podiam nem colocar eles no chiqueirinho, porque são protegidos pela Lei. Pô cara nada a ver! Que viagem!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E me arrepia tanta ignorância e estupidez! Mentes medíocres que se alienam com a futilidade de um discurso cortês, com a máscara da televisão sentados no sofá "vivendo" o mundo de onde está.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paletós e&amp;nbsp; tailleurs sustentam o teatro onde ensaia a geração de futuros exploradores. Dentro do mundinho do seu umbigo eles sonham com pisos salariais altíssimos, advocacias, magistratuas... ah! E o carro do ano! Pensei talvez, se não seriam dignos de pena... e por ter pensando nisso, talvez o fossem. Mas como&amp;nbsp; podem ser dignos se quando vêem a miséria alheia não sentem um pingo de desconforto ao sorrierem como se estivessem assistindo um filme de comédia! &lt;br /&gt;A realidade é tão próxima e mesmo que o aparelho ideológico vigente tente mascará-la, só não ver quem não quer enxergar e prefere viver mergulhado no poço da indiferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lá no fundo, no cantinho da sala de aula, observando, vou lavando meus olhos com a luz do idealismo e humanidade que habita em mim... Ora matuto um plano estratégico de fuga para o alto da montanha que avisto pela janela da sala; ora discuto com minha inércia diante de coisas absurdas que meus ouvidos ouvem quando minha&amp;nbsp; boca serenamente se cala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sigo a tecer o meu ideal durante esse percurso e no final, sobrevivendo, sei que o meu verbo soará livre com toda lucidez da minha humanidade e esperança de um mundo melhor, ele se fará vivo, latente! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De uma coisa tenho certeza... não faço parte do corpo dessa "missa" desde que entrei no curso de Direito . A cada semestre é como se eu tivesse me tornando menos um e não mais um. E sinto que não estou sozinha nessa luta, pois sei que no dia-a-dia da história desse mundo, nós os "menos um" fazemos a grande diferença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6465553976146357600?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6465553976146357600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6465553976146357600' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6465553976146357600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6465553976146357600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/10/menos-um.html' title='Menos um!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TLRti8IZqvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SBtkiVLdw6A/s72-c/justica-cega-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-4735794574842162050</id><published>2010-09-25T11:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:09:06.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pai de latinha - Jan 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TJ4Dol7v0YI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rSGS8J3iHU0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TJ4Dol7v0YI/AAAAAAAAAbE/rSGS8J3iHU0/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos brinquedos que eu não tive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Restaram pedaços quebrados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;De uma angústia que sobrevive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No meu coração solitário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aqueles inventados nas ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ruas em que vivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Verdade nua e crua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meus brinquedos de latinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fui juntando e pensando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que construirei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amassei, cortei, imaginei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fui modelando e inventando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Era tanta coisa que eu queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E não podia ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Irmãos, casa e uma família&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que me desse um sentido de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiz um boneco e então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Passei a chamá-lo de meu pai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não contive a emoção:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dos meus braços eu não o soltaria jamais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um boneco de latinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Era o pai que há muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tanta falta já fazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando mamãe acabou morrendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Levando uma metade minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A metade de um vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;De um pai que eu não conhecia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perambulando pelas ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu ia sentindo saudade do que eu não tinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para o meu papai de metal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dei-lhe também um coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parecia loucura, coisa anormal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas ele me enchia de proteção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ao fechar os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ouvia chamar-me de filha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu suspirava cantando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O meu pai, minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas o tempo foi passando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu envelheci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Debaixo desse frio viaduto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Papai ficou mudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E de uma coisa eu esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O fim dos meus dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Está para chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E agora meu Deus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quem do meu boneco vai cuidar!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-4735794574842162050?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4735794574842162050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=4735794574842162050' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4735794574842162050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-222057845001584369</id><published>2010-09-09T20:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:24:46.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJULIANE%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Voa longe, voa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Solta tua voz macia e ecoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para que o mundo volte a sonhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-5061324590873625447?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5061324590873625447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=5061324590873625447' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/5061324590873625447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-620521560439868665</id><published>2010-09-09T19:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:03:41.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu poema vivo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TIlidtVHi1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/l3bx9EvvJmI/s1600/Imagem1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TIlkBohClVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/XA7w7LBqNqU/s1600/OgAAADIIg7_3EIVaF_ltIk4BcULgKAbuixdkCss0xp9DEAcDTvnqAXu5PlMYlIP3OClvJzfVgmZho3SRyrP4MrCR95QAm1T1UMuvjHv_NzZvzxBD3F0y1nDIq3fM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TIlkRZfNJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gf0GkVAINVY/s1600/OgAAAEnGb0P2sWg094TLVkd95Ubz8nCqAQyAOJP5YhfF2yr0lBpRwWBqD2suCVK-Uj8c587P_DvxHnEme7fOypO8c1IAm1T1UEL64jablKBbSsEe-9KOnB0WHqmJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TIlkRZfNJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gf0GkVAINVY/s320/OgAAAEnGb0P2sWg094TLVkd95Ubz8nCqAQyAOJP5YhfF2yr0lBpRwWBqD2suCVK-Uj8c587P_DvxHnEme7fOypO8c1IAm1T1UEL64jablKBbSsEe-9KOnB0WHqmJ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tudo o que há em seus olhos, e todo esse mel único que habita teu ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não consigo falar, expressar, dizer em poesias, textos, gestos e formas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por mais que eu queira, acredito que jamais poderei traduzir concretamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo o que és hoje na minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É suave como respirar, e mesmo assim todo esse ar puro que agora nos envolve ainda não seria suficiente para decifrar tanto mistério, tanto encanto, tanto sentimento, que a cada suspiro explode em faíscas de sensações sublimes... Que nada nesse mundo poderia alcançar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É como se eu te trouxesse aqui dentro durante séculos, e agora despertasse em demasia, como uma fonte de água cristalina que jorra em meio ao deserto, reconhecendo cada grão de areia banhado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E assim, cada pedaço do meu corpo, cada canto da minha alma, encontra em ti um recanto de paz e luz! Tu és minha força branda que me impulsiona a voar, alcançar as montanhas, desafiar o tempo e ter a sensação eterna do sonhar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;És minha inspiração de vida, ar divino em brisa leve de emoção, poesia muda carregada de lágrima doce, sabor de céu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não saberia meu amor, viver sem a tua presença, e assim perderia os sabores e os sentidos da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque tudo o que há em seus olhos, tudo que há em ti, eu também o sou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque tudo o que eu sou, tu também és, e nada pode separar duas almas,que para se tornarem uma só, bastou apenas um olhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah! Como eu te amo... Tanto, tanto e tanto!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-620521560439868665?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/620521560439868665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=620521560439868665' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/620521560439868665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/620521560439868665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/09/meu-poema-vivo.html' title='Meu poema vivo!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TIlkRZfNJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gf0GkVAINVY/s72-c/OgAAAEnGb0P2sWg094TLVkd95Ubz8nCqAQyAOJP5YhfF2yr0lBpRwWBqD2suCVK-Uj8c587P_DvxHnEme7fOypO8c1IAm1T1UEL64jablKBbSsEe-9KOnB0WHqmJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-9100645943921432939</id><published>2010-08-10T19:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:19:19.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TFBiXC67-aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5_s0QGiGB6U/s1600/OgAAADIIg7_3EIVaF_ltIk4BcULgKAbuixdkCss0xp9DEAcDTvnqAXu5PlMYlIP3OClvJzfVgmZho3SRyrP4MrCR95QAm1T1UMuvjHv_NzZvzxBD3F0y1nDIq3fM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TFBiXC67-aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5_s0QGiGB6U/s320/OgAAADIIg7_3EIVaF_ltIk4BcULgKAbuixdkCss0xp9DEAcDTvnqAXu5PlMYlIP3OClvJzfVgmZho3SRyrP4MrCR95QAm1T1UMuvjHv_NzZvzxBD3F0y1nDIq3fM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;"Não preciso que me digam de que lado nasce o Sol, porque bate lá meu coração!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Voa no teu canto de mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Sob as águas que passeiam o teu sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;no colo sereno do azul celestial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Leve, deito-me e rezo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;para que o amanhã retorne&lt;br /&gt;nos raios de Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;entre a brisa dos coqueirais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8650394079691438554?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8650394079691438554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=8650394079691438554' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8650394079691438554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8650394079691438554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/07/borboleta.html' title='Borboleta!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TFBiXC67-aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5_s0QGiGB6U/s72-c/OgAAADIIg7_3EIVaF_ltIk4BcULgKAbuixdkCss0xp9DEAcDTvnqAXu5PlMYlIP3OClvJzfVgmZho3SRyrP4MrCR95QAm1T1UMuvjHv_NzZvzxBD3F0y1nDIq3fM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-2378538869568603629</id><published>2010-07-28T13:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:30:45.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco dos meus ais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJULIANE%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;	mso-header-margin:36.0pt;	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Venho através deste notificar minha indignação diante da manipulação da mídia sobre nossas emoções, remetendo-nos a um complexo de ansiedade e confusão, de desespero e ao mesmo tempo de alienação. É notável o quanto a sociedade é vitima das manifestações da mídia que acaba espalhando angústia, dúvidas e até visões de catástrofes mundiais... Mas por que vendem tanto? Por que o ser humano se entrega a desesperança, fantasiando a própria destruição, temendo sempre a possibilidade da morte? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Quando num mundo cada vez entediado a morte também anda presente nas nossas ações como ser humano. Estagnados, amoldados, histéricos, amortecendo a nossa capacidade de buscar soluções, nossas esperanças, nossos sonhos. A radical solidão dos homens de hoje, tão modernos que somos, mostra-nos a nossa fragilidade diante das instituições poderosas que dominam nossas emoções, crenças, e ações sociais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Sobre o alarme das doenças contagiosas, das catástrofes mundiais, é de se indignar o quanto estamos alienados e preocupados mais com nosso próprio corpo do que com nossa mente e alma. Quantas catástrofes acontecem no dia a dia, e muitas vezes deixam de ser anunciadas nos jornais, quantas crianças morrem de fome e de frio nas ruas das grandes cidades, e nós cegos de tanta solidão, egoísmo e exaustão... Para onde olhamos, o que estamos lendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Por que não fazer uma movimentação com todos os meios de comunicação, não para alarmar, assustar, aprisionar, mas buscar soluções, espalhar o espírito de solidariedade, de amor à pátria, ao mundo, às pessoas. Espalhar a esperança, incentivar a capacidade que cada povo possui como força motriz de um mundo melhor, justo. Onde todos possam ter acesso à informação, com dignidade, com clareza e com verdade. Onde as pessoas vivam com tranqüilidade, e lutem e acreditem na mudança social. Onde a utopia seja um instrumento real de ação-reflexão dentro de uma ótica libertadora, implicando perceber a realidade como ela realmente é, e por fim transformá-la como deveria ser, e não tapar o sol com a peneira ou manipular a todos através de sistemas cruéis e desumanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Enfim, deixo aqui minha opinião, e reforço que por nossa histeria incurável não vimos a que abismo estamos afundando a nossa própria razão humana. Escravos a vítimas, seguimos os rastros daqueles que dirigem a nossa rotina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Peço-vos desculpas se falei mais do que desejei, mas não pude conter as palavras que por vezes caladas assombram em ansiedade o meu calejado coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-2378538869568603629?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2378538869568603629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=2378538869568603629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2378538869568603629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2378538869568603629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-pouco-dos-meus-ais.html' title='Um pouco dos meus ais...'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-5382739445711064392</id><published>2010-07-28T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:51:42.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão e mel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TFBfZQvBwlI/AAAAAAAAAYE/StvtOFOFJxg/s1600/solidao03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TFBfZQvBwlI/AAAAAAAAAYE/StvtOFOFJxg/s320/solidao03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que me consome não me traduz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que me destrói não são os dias sem luz&lt;br /&gt;O que me amarga não é a ajuda ignorada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Nem tampouco o prazer de um tolo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ao ver-me grunindo, se lança em gargalhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que me dói, não são os espinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;de uma vida enfarpada em redemoinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;de coisas que se repetem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;frases, gestos, mentiras,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;fatos indigestos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;que me levam a voar daqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;aonde eu possa ser livre e partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;em solidão e paz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não temo a imaginação que me toma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;em dias escuros e sombrios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não temo os dragões que afoguentam em seus ares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;os desejos e ideais de uma mulher &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;que viaja no tempo, outras epocas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;buscando além de si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;a chave de todos os seus eus e mistérios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Não me contém nenhuma frase romântica,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;cheirando a flores de campo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;se em meio a fumaça do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;vejo que não passas de promessas vazias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;não me convém com palavras e enganos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;dizendo ser o que não o é em seus planos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;quando carente apela um pouco da minha melancolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que me destrói não me pertence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que me consome jamais entenderás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;quando o mel que me adoça a boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;já não sabes como encontrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-5382739445711064392?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5382739445711064392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=5382739445711064392' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/5382739445711064392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/5382739445711064392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/07/solidao-e-mel.html' title='Solidão e mel!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TFBfZQvBwlI/AAAAAAAAAYE/StvtOFOFJxg/s72-c/solidao03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-2599962152677819106</id><published>2010-07-15T08:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:24:27.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TD7ub_jOM7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Fk2eGaIUvoo/s1600/0saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TD7ub_jOM7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Fk2eGaIUvoo/s320/0saudade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu só queria agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deitar sob a luz da aurora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dormir nos sonhos de outrora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me ver sendo inteira e tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu só não imaginava ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa distância tão amarga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nem minha fraqueza enrijecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cor do nosso conto de fadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu só não tenho força pra entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como contemplar o sol e a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por onde caminhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se perdi o endereço da tua rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se eu pudesse ouvir do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As respostas que preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que fazer das minhas escolhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra que lado eu sigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se eu pudesse ler nas estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O porquê disso tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De onde vem esse medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que de repente fica tudo escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se eu pudesse agora caminhar no universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como há tempos eu fazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fechar os olhos e flutuar os meus pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Compondo as respostas que preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas asas dos cometas, em poesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deleito minha alma na dor saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alimentando-a de tudo o que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grito meu choro e nego à realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa viagem ao templo de esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busco tua eterna presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No amanhã que não chegou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-2599962152677819106?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2599962152677819106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=2599962152677819106' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2599962152677819106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2599962152677819106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/07/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TD7ub_jOM7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Fk2eGaIUvoo/s72-c/0saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-3337195256553326542</id><published>2010-07-15T08:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:22:12.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falarei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Das poesias, frases e fases, aquarelas e telas, vindas e idas, descobri a cor do meu viver. Desfiz sonhos em pedaços, outros permaneceram intactos, distraí os meus medos, e desmanchei minhas lágrimas em pétalas de flor! Lutei contra o tempo, briguei com a dor, morri e renasci a cada despedida, a cada fluir de um recomeço, a cada perda, e ao ver as palavras caindo em precipícios, corri entre os campos e as colinas, teci minhas asas, e dei vida ao vôo da minha história. Dos grãos cristalinos da superfície de uma estrela e das luzes de um cometa, criaram-se as asas... Asas do sem-fim, despertando a liberdade e coragem, pra viver os valores plantados no jardim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os sonhos guardados renovaram-se com o ar puro vindo das montanhas. Varreu as folhas secas da casinha de madeira, e reacendeu a lareira, esquentando a alma. E o jardim feito de emoções e razões, que sobrevivem, foi colorido de nuances de paz e raios de luz por todos os cantos. Algumas roseiras indispensáveis... Flores amarelas! Pequenos girassóis! Jardim secreto e eterno de outonos e primaveras suaves... Onde o vento ecoa as vozes macias dos pássaros poetas e revelam a essência viva da pureza de um sonho! Tão real, tão natural, tão simples! Dos tesouros da infância que minha alma nunca abandonara, por ela sobreviveu e caminhou até aqui!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-3337195256553326542?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3337195256553326542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=3337195256553326542' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3337195256553326542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3337195256553326542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/07/falarei.html' title='Falarei...'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TD7rV5fNPPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/d5gzSF0lasc/s72-c/Imagem1rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-1647198108701247761</id><published>2010-07-02T09:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:23:40.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil il il il!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TC3a_BQY01I/AAAAAAAAAXk/s4ony1bwnhE/s1600/Imagem1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TC3a_BQY01I/AAAAAAAAAXk/s4ony1bwnhE/s320/Imagem1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Verde-amarelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Branco e Azul-anil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Eis o illl do páis de todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;de nome Brasil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Eis o illl illl da vaia dos astutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;a quem vive no mundo servil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;O verde das matas, e o amarelo do ouro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;O azul do céu limpo e a branco da paz eterna&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Isso tudo é blablablá, é conversa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;No páis de "todos",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;O verde amarelou no escravo rosto do suor-resto&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;E o amarelo de Brangança virou verde para o bolso fundo dos espertos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;E a bola na rede, é comida pro grande peixe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Que neutraliza a atenção dos olhares inquietos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Seguem o caminho da jabulani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;A gente toda mesmo com fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Lacrimejam inocente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;De emoção e humildade estendem a voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Ao grito do Gol fenomenal!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;E a bola da vez que não dá bola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Não dá bola e finge que olha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;A criança que morre no semáforo da capital&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ignoram, nem mesmo se cheiram e gastam a cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Do sapato de couro do Jornal Nacional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Pintam o Brasil de verde e amarelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;Colore o povo com o pincel da Golbalização&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;E tudo passa a ser bonito e natural&lt;br /&gt;A nobreza e o seu carnaval! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Viva o Brasil! Viva o País de Todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Viva os caras-de-pau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Tá massa! Tá todo mundo louco!&lt;br /&gt;Verde e amarelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Branco e Azul-anil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;nossa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;ig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;de?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;DESCOLORIU??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-1647198108701247761?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1647198108701247761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=1647198108701247761' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1647198108701247761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1647198108701247761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/07/brasil-il-il-il.html' title='Brasil il il il!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TC3a_BQY01I/AAAAAAAAAXk/s4ony1bwnhE/s72-c/Imagem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-8207497685143689932</id><published>2010-06-29T12:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:37:21.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TCoTHFdACNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/c6DHaJpkHPU/s1600/OgAAAJaMx2se2cOs5wkiddmZyvp9HX78di-q2b7Ye-vFVEZhPa9TJq0fATiU0rOAGafxE7luuz1ENAMaIj0Hbhq4WTsAm1T1UC6zAKpC8y8F5Bf1IkzpewKJHTLi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TCoTHFdACNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/c6DHaJpkHPU/s320/OgAAAJaMx2se2cOs5wkiddmZyvp9HX78di-q2b7Ye-vFVEZhPa9TJq0fATiU0rOAGafxE7luuz1ENAMaIj0Hbhq4WTsAm1T1UC6zAKpC8y8F5Bf1IkzpewKJHTLi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Falta o ar, o chão, o alcançe das mãos&lt;br /&gt;Faltam os gestos, os toques, o som do coração&lt;br /&gt;Saltam os olhos, e as lágrimas suplicam ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Procurando abrigo, afago, alento&lt;br /&gt;Falta a sensação, o calor e o brilho do sol&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso amarelo descolorido no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Estremece ao sal do corrégo que escorre na pele&lt;br /&gt;E faz doer o passar das horas&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando o peito e as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Espinhos de rosas perfumadas pela saudade&lt;br /&gt;De quando o sonho vivo em minha carne&lt;br /&gt;Corria o sangue pulsando a vida do meu maior desejo &lt;br /&gt;Faltam as palavras, a liberdade, o correr livre&lt;br /&gt;Dos passos que desenham no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Danças da alma, doces linguagens corporais&lt;br /&gt;Faltam-me as asas, o azul preenchido com o amor dos olhos seus&lt;br /&gt;O caminho da praia e a vista do horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Falta o batuque, a coragem, a garra&lt;br /&gt;As histórias do mar, as melodias e marcas de um povo meu&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me a gente que sente, geme, chora e sorri com a mão estendida&lt;br /&gt;No interior idealiza...&lt;br /&gt;Com ares de festas e agradecimento&lt;br /&gt;A simplicidade de crer no amanhã da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me a cor viva dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quando já não vêem mais as paisagens do coração&lt;br /&gt;As janelas se fecham e a respiração renega&lt;br /&gt;O ar estranho que agora me envolve&lt;br /&gt;O nó contorce a esperança de regressar&lt;br /&gt;Amarga o sabor do destino, perco o tino&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E quando dar vontade de fugir, correr, sumir, soltar a voz e voarr&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que falte a mim num lugar que não sou eu,&lt;br /&gt;Tento ultrapassar o paralelo da ausência&lt;br /&gt;Buscando no abraço sincero de uma alma-amiga&lt;br /&gt;Reviver aquela que mesmo distante sobrevive em sua essência&lt;br /&gt;No recanto de sua memória em cantos de luz e poesia&lt;br /&gt;Cultiva sonhos de outrora desafiando a distância e a melancolia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8207497685143689932?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8207497685143689932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=8207497685143689932' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8207497685143689932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8207497685143689932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/06/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TCoTHFdACNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/c6DHaJpkHPU/s72-c/OgAAAJaMx2se2cOs5wkiddmZyvp9HX78di-q2b7Ye-vFVEZhPa9TJq0fATiU0rOAGafxE7luuz1ENAMaIj0Hbhq4WTsAm1T1UC6zAKpC8y8F5Bf1IkzpewKJHTLi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-6988902861641624166</id><published>2010-06-15T10:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:14:15.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faíscas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TBeAlNbghtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ukbNyIjOAcc/s1600/banco46hp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TBeAlNbghtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ukbNyIjOAcc/s320/banco46hp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Já não tenho endereço certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Nem sei onde mora a minha casa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Vivo pelo mundo a procurar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;O outro pedaço da minha asa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Andarilha sem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Meu rumo está em cada olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Nos disparos de esperança sem brilho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Nos pontos de ônibus, nas calçadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Viadutos, bancos de praças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Coberto pelas notícias dessa pátria sem lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Afago o rosto da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E recebo dela compaixão e verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Desenho na parede do meu sono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Sonhos coloridos de solidariedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Contemplo o semblante da tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E ela ensina-me a contradição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;De enxergar através do escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;A chama da utopia, faíscas da revolução!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6988902861641624166?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6988902861641624166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6988902861641624166' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6988902861641624166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6988902861641624166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/06/faiscas-de-proeza.html' title='Faíscas!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TBeAlNbghtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ukbNyIjOAcc/s72-c/banco46hp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-6293710754794256211</id><published>2010-06-09T11:07:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:34:20.195-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cicatrizes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TA-cJd53YGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7SbLJsWGtGI/s320/Imagem+374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;Já não posso dizer as mesmas coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;Que dantes foram ditas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;Perante a íris do teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando num instante estive livre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;De tudo o que não vivi inteiramente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;Há em mim pedaços de histórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Não derrame lágrimas nem me olhe assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;Toda vez que eu senti vontade de partir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Apenas, deixa-me ir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6293710754794256211?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6293710754794256211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6293710754794256211' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6293710754794256211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6293710754794256211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/06/ferida.html' title='Cicatrizes!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TA-cJd53YGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7SbLJsWGtGI/s72-c/Imagem+374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-4803210575265617961</id><published>2010-06-09T10:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:35:27.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Selena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TA-VFsbyw-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/-b1scanPBH8/s1600/zq3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TA-VFsbyw-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/-b1scanPBH8/s320/zq3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A minha casa é a lua cheia, há muito tempo eu moro lá...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu corpo é desse mundo aqui, mas meu espírito é do luar!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Eterna luz a me embalar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Nas asas de vaga-lumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Poetas do luar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Grãos de estrelas que se misturam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Não param de dançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Colore a paz na terra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;E vive solene a encantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;O coração de violeiros da rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Que compõem novos sonhos com a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;e espalha-os nas águas do mar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Clara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Leve meu corpo flutua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;E já posso sentir e tocar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;A pele da minha alma nua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Transparecendo paisagens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;oriundas do lado de lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Mágica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Deusa conduz meu espírito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;nesse universo sem fim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Nos jardins secretos do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Vou descobrindo o eterno de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-4803210575265617961?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4803210575265617961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=4803210575265617961' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4803210575265617961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4803210575265617961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/06/selena.html' title='Selena!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TA-VFsbyw-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/-b1scanPBH8/s72-c/zq3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-522860314176865882</id><published>2010-06-05T09:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:27:48.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas asas macias do vento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TAo8rva4MFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2O0a1F01LB8/s1600/OgAAAPpc0G5wLv8IArI3ybvBw9Np2r7A9cK1p5aOgI8v-VtmbcAp_f_B5zX2U52Y5bt7Iw6Z-tdkTpYt3tD26YNjQG8Am1T1UC_zCB6z4PX0u8FjkBOOiXWWP8qS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TAo8rva4MFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2O0a1F01LB8/s320/OgAAAPpc0G5wLv8IArI3ybvBw9Np2r7A9cK1p5aOgI8v-VtmbcAp_f_B5zX2U52Y5bt7Iw6Z-tdkTpYt3tD26YNjQG8Am1T1UC_zCB6z4PX0u8FjkBOOiXWWP8qS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Atravesso o escuro da noite&lt;br /&gt;Num raio de luz de luar,&lt;br /&gt;Desafio a distância e o tempo&lt;br /&gt;E nas asas macias do vento&lt;br /&gt;Alcanço a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Que há dentro do teu olhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora de me libertar em teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;E sentir a vida fortalecer nossos laços&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo que tanto sonho sentir&lt;br /&gt;Num toque puro do teu amor em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saudade dos nossos olhos a contemplar&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro das flores, o horizonte, o canto do mar&lt;br /&gt;O brilho do Sol refletindo nossas almas&lt;br /&gt;Num pedaço de azul do céu que vem abençoar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, meu caminho é ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Já não posso viver tão longe assim&lt;br /&gt;É a certeza que me mantém firme em meus passos&lt;br /&gt;De em breve estar pra sempre, junto a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterno presente, do universo a nos permitir&lt;br /&gt;Viver a alegria de um verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente grata por te descobrir&lt;br /&gt;E te levar na luz dos olhos meus, &lt;br /&gt;Aonde meu coração for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-522860314176865882?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/522860314176865882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=522860314176865882' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/522860314176865882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/522860314176865882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/06/almas-afins.html' title='Nas asas macias do vento!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/TAo8rva4MFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2O0a1F01LB8/s72-c/OgAAAPpc0G5wLv8IArI3ybvBw9Np2r7A9cK1p5aOgI8v-VtmbcAp_f_B5zX2U52Y5bt7Iw6Z-tdkTpYt3tD26YNjQG8Am1T1UC_zCB6z4PX0u8FjkBOOiXWWP8qS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-9133376983161399220</id><published>2010-05-18T12:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:50:09.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S_K1J8wzb9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Fvn-oBb8bMU/s320/amigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Eu olho pra dentro de ti e vejo-me em teus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Brilhando contente feito uma estrela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Abraço teu abraço macio e sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;O gosto sincero dessa infinita proeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sorrir com teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Compartilhar os sonhos e juntos voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Enfrentar os possíveis abismos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Acreditando no melhor que há de chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;De mãos dadas cantaremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sob a melodia dos passarinhos que agradecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A vida, a natureza, as flores e o luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A simplicidade que nos preenche de pureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;E leva-nos sempre à esperança cultivar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;O dom da amizade, a força do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sem nada em troca pedir ou esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Amigo! Levo-te aqui dentro comigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;E mesmo se distante estiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;É presente e viva a emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;De lembranças, abraços e sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Eternos a aquecer o meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-9133376983161399220?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/9133376983161399220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=9133376983161399220' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/9133376983161399220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/9133376983161399220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/amigo.html' title='Amigo!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S_K1J8wzb9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Fvn-oBb8bMU/s72-c/amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-3313763162810474243</id><published>2010-05-18T11:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:37:34.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prospera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S_KqRmnoX6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sZJAMrvIe90/s1600/libelula.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S_KqRmnoX6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sZJAMrvIe90/s320/libelula.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;Flor &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;amarela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;despetalou-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;versos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;transparentes &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;poesia&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;e virou uma pequena &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;libélula&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; text-align: center;"&gt;De c&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Prospera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Prospera&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-3313763162810474243?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3313763162810474243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=3313763162810474243' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3313763162810474243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3313763162810474243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/flor-amarela-um-dia-despetalou-se.html' title='Prospera!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S_KqRmnoX6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sZJAMrvIe90/s72-c/libelula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-371300561564232739</id><published>2010-05-12T21:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:29:34.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Distante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S-tDi-rv_KI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DXzQcmssjUI/s320/trilhos+de+um+trem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queria voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abrir os braços e sair por aí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão sonhado lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em que eu possa existir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem nada suprimir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! Quem me dera libertar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa voz tão cansada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse olhar tão distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;De quem luta em acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na verdade que virou mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na incerteza que se tornou a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas paisagens que não sobrevivem mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só por um instante, eu desejaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentir-me livre e contente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesse mundo e não vê &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tristeza estampada no rosto dessa gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que vive sem ter por que!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo que era sagrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tornou-se tão escasso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando abro os olhos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O trem dos sonhos já passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O ônibus no ponto já chegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nem deu tempo de dizer adeus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-371300561564232739?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/371300561564232739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=371300561564232739' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/371300561564232739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/371300561564232739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/05/distante.html' title='Distante!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S-tDi-rv_KI/AAAAAAAAAVI/DXzQcmssjUI/s72-c/trilhos+de+um+trem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-5886060775769437356</id><published>2010-04-21T18:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:12:54.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Castelo de pedras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S89zwOGON-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/OLXja6v8RXQ/s1600/zzjuliiiii.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S89zwOGON-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/OLXja6v8RXQ/s320/zzjuliiiii.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Num castelo de pedras me reconstruo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;De águas profundas que correm o rio do meu canto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pedras que falam, pensam, choram, sonham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pedras de todas as dores, cores e tamanhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;A temperança no meu olhar enternecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Preenche de horizonte o mar que ainda não chegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Busca no escondido o adormecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Das pedras que o tempo nunca rachou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Em livros velhos e empoeirados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Poesias de vida, morte e labor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Desfaz o templo de sonhos quebrados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E retorna em luz à poetisa a me compor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;De cor invisível revestir-me-ei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pra que me vejam os olhos como estou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E conquiste sem conceitos o sentimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Do mundo que em mim, serenamente sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Não deixarei buracos, nem fendas, nem frestas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pra que o Sol derrame nas palavras que o dia alcança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Luzes de sabedorias e valor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E exporei com coragem as minhas entranhas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mesmo diante de risos falsos e artimanhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Daqueles que não conseguiram tocar o invisível de si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Não me tornarão também,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Pedaços vazios de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Compondo músicas com os vaga-lumes do luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E com a orquestra de suas luzes, o meu caminho iluminar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Voarei ao som de asas, borboletas, cigarras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Som da terra, som do mato, dessas águas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Deleitar-me-ei e renascerei... Aurora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Já não me conterás nesse ar de fora, submissão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Nem me acordarás pra esse mundo, desilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Viverei e aprenderei com as pedras que juntei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Fortalecendo nelas o segredo de cada sonho regado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Nesse castelo de luz e sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;De ventanias em palavras vivas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;De pedras d’água que respiram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E suspiram orvalhos de amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-5886060775769437356?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5886060775769437356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=5886060775769437356' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/5886060775769437356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/5886060775769437356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/04/castelo-de-pedras.html' title='Castelo de pedras!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S89zwOGON-I/AAAAAAAAAT4/OLXja6v8RXQ/s72-c/zzjuliiiii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-7185440261999314397</id><published>2010-04-10T12:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:24:01.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Não aperte-me em tuas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Deixe-me ser o meu eu-passarinho e voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Porém, não me solte de vez não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Deixa eu sentir o calor desse amor e sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Antes de partir e a ti retornar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas eu preciso respirar agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E pelos mares dessa vida navegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sem medo das tempestades lá de fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Deixe-me solta, e deixa-me ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas não aperte meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Porque ele pode se machucar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7185440261999314397?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7185440261999314397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7185440261999314397' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7185440261999314397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7185440261999314397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/04/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S8Ca-8JA7iI/AAAAAAAAATY/RvbPpBkWGsM/s72-c/voando1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-3681449067257337800</id><published>2010-04-09T10:52:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:58:23.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vendo as pedras que sonham sozinhas no mesmo lugar!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S78v9EEENcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/55fvyWwXgr8/s1600/Chaplin-disse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S78v9EEENcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/55fvyWwXgr8/s320/Chaplin-disse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mundo está nas mãos daqueles que tem coragem de sonhar e correr o risco de viver seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como pode alguém sonhar o que é impossível saber?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E como pode alguém saber se é possível realizar se não sonhar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E como pode alguém dizer que não sabe o sonho se não arriscar em o saber? E como sonhar com algo que é possível saber, se assim, não seria sonho, e não seria mágico realizar, algo impossível de saber, quando em não sonhar se deixa de viver... Ora! Já não seria realização, se sonhássemos sempre com o que pudéssemos saber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-3681449067257337800?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3681449067257337800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=3681449067257337800' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3681449067257337800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3681449067257337800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/04/ainda-se-pode-sonhar.html' title='&quot;Vendo as pedras que sonham sozinhas no mesmo lugar!&quot;'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S78v9EEENcI/AAAAAAAAATQ/55fvyWwXgr8/s72-c/Chaplin-disse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-1678811243365259376</id><published>2010-04-07T21:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:24:20.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brilham tão forte as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;De pedaços de sonhos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pontos de luzes na minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acendem a luz da minha casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Refazendo minha fé astral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cultiva-me serena pela escuridão da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afastando temores e tremores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Passados presente, dores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coisas que se foram e não voltam mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estrelas! Lanço-me no espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guia-me na firmeza dos meus passos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A minha força e meu querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Coragem de gente que é gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que faz por onde: Acontecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estrelas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-1678811243365259376?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1678811243365259376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=1678811243365259376' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1678811243365259376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1678811243365259376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/04/estrelas.html' title='Estrelas'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-1741120294821768773</id><published>2010-04-04T10:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:40:53.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaz em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iSYmmcp3I/AAAAAAAAASI/mCVN_6XwJ6M/s1600/jasmim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iSYmmcp3I/AAAAAAAAASI/mCVN_6XwJ6M/s320/jasmim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Já é de manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;e meu coração desperta em pétalas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ao ser tocado pelo brilho do Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Meu olhar percorre nas águas do rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;o caminho desse sonho doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;que transborda a íris do meu ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;de leveza e orvalho de lágrima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Pura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;É a esperança com cheiro de jasmim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Flor... renascer de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;em versos brandos de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Cristal de luz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Branco sorriso de paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;perfuma em minha vida, a alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;que germina no meu jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;a eternidade de um encanto sagrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Exalando a beleza e a perfeição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Que jaz em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Pequena flor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Jasmim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-1741120294821768773?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1741120294821768773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=1741120294821768773' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1741120294821768773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1741120294821768773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/04/renascer-jasmim.html' title='Jaz em mim'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iSYmmcp3I/AAAAAAAAASI/mCVN_6XwJ6M/s72-c/jasmim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-8259989328490276379</id><published>2010-03-07T12:28:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:53:52.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Foi quando eu olhei dentro dos teus olhos e vi minha alma brilhar entre as estrelas do meu sonho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Foi quando seguraste firme minha mão e pediste que eu não tivesse medo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; pois teu amor me protegeria do frio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Foi quando me entreguei e deslizei no teu leito sem segredo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;como se fosse a primeira vez...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Descobrindo no teu toque sincero o meu melhor desejo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;E tudo aquilo que eu acreditava, realiza-se agora, a cada instante,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Porque te sinto dentro de mim incandescente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Como a luz daquele luar que nos envolveu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;E sei que logo esta saudade há de ter fim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pois nada pode o tempo e a distância&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Para um amor tão grande assim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os caminhos naturalmente se abrem, como as flores do nosso jardim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; desabrocham feliz ao nascer do Sol!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;E tudo se torna claro, manso, rio sereno e profundo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que segue seu curso para viver a imensidão do mar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;A música da minha vida soa nova e fiel melodia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;E no silêncio, já não preciso fechar os olhos pra ouvi-la&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Basta amar assim... Como te amo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que meus sentidos flutuam pelo céu de poemas sem palavras,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando nossos corpos se tornam uma só alma!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Posso voar... Sem imaginar, posso voar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sem asas inventar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Naturalmente... Hoje, eu posso voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Com saudades e infinito amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;da sempre sua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julianne&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sim! Eu ainda sou aquela, aquela menina, de laço de fita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;, debruçada na janela do seu quintal, que plantou em sua alma, os mais belos sonhos, os mais lindos poemas entre as flores de sua fiel imaginação. E hoje, quando já não mais esperava, e tão pouco acreditava, aquela menina sobrevive e vive, agora o seu sonho de amar, seu sonho de amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;French Script MT&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sim! Aquela menina voltou!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8259989328490276379?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8259989328490276379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=8259989328490276379' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8259989328490276379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8259989328490276379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ao-meu-amor.html' title='Meu Amor!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S5QuBqDulLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7ZgiFHth8bw/s72-c/cartas-de-amor-30-328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-248829081252804631</id><published>2010-03-06T20:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:27:19.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S5LsWFSO6WI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4rm3BOxJKzM/s1600-h/Wolf-wolves-880726_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S5LsWFSO6WI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4rm3BOxJKzM/s320/Wolf-wolves-880726_1024_768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Corre em minhas veias quentes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&amp;nbsp;sangue frio do meu dia exausto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como quem vive e morre de repente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu me vejo entre as caras e bocas&amp;nbsp;de um ônibus lotado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pessoas expressam suas agonias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E se apertam nas faces de um arame farpado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&amp;nbsp;minha agonia se torna a maior de todas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na janela meus olhos seguem arregalados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Querendo escapar dessa jaula louca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu eu se devora na expressão&amp;nbsp;de um&amp;nbsp;rosto cansado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não consigo ouvir meu coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&amp;nbsp;a voz se perde entre o barulho do asfalto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que grita versos de solidão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&amp;nbsp;saem dos&amp;nbsp;meus olhos, como vidros quebrados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&amp;nbsp;passado... sombra de revolta que gira e volta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No realismo de um dia normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me vejo grunindo entre a poeira da rotina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arranhando a vida com meu instinto &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"&gt;animal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-248829081252804631?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/248829081252804631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=248829081252804631' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/248829081252804631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/248829081252804631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-animal.html' title='Agonia!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S5LsWFSO6WI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4rm3BOxJKzM/s72-c/Wolf-wolves-880726_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-8819641266293291850</id><published>2010-03-03T21:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:52:58.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOBO POR DENTRO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/35ZanfKjsM0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/35ZanfKjsM0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8819641266293291850?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8819641266293291850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=8819641266293291850' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8819641266293291850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8819641266293291850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='LOBO POR DENTRO!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-283693198740208181</id><published>2010-01-31T21:52:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:54:23.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas cores iluminadas do arrebol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S2YmKLo6IXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XBJGHKGNcKs/s320/DSCF7161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Nesse verão de reencontros inesperados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Veio nas asas de uma borboleta furta-cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;O maior presente que Deus me havia guardado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Surgiu em noite de estrelas num beijo puro de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;E mesmo sem nunca ter imaginado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Eu senti no vento o tempo parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;O mundo girou e pôs você ao meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Fazendo meu corpo inteiro flutuar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;As palmas dos coqueiros que balançavam devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Em melodia doce de um lindo pôr de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;O que era eterno laço se firmou nas areias daquele mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Meus olhos refletiam o sonho nas cores iluminadas do arrebol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;E viajando por todos os mares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Na busca incessante de emoções não vividas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Não imaginava o meu coração sonhador &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Que nem tão distante esse amor nos encontraria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;E agora despertado em paisagens mágicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Um verso simples que até então sobreviveu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Vem incendiar de felicidade o som de cada palavra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Quando teus olhos as pronunciam dentro dos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Como se lessem todos os desejos da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Como se reencontrasse algo que nunca esqueceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1XKkEu9T1A&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1XKkEu9T1A&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-283693198740208181?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/283693198740208181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=283693198740208181' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/283693198740208181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/283693198740208181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2010/01/nas-areias-da-bahia.html' title='Nas cores iluminadas do arrebol!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S2YmKLo6IXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XBJGHKGNcKs/s72-c/DSCF7161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-1299833888581298585</id><published>2009-12-30T23:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:15:19.194-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vida em 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;2009 foi sim o ano mais importante da minha VIDA! 2009 nasceu com sabor de esperança, viveu o prazer da superação e realização, e irá embora deixando o valor eterno de um recomeço inesquecível! 2009 revigorou minha alma com os tons da minha infância, aquela coragem guardada lá no fundo renasceu nas asas amarelas que voaram e se entregaram às oportunidades trazidas nas mãos do vento Sul. Agarrei-as sem medo, com lágrimas nos olhos, com sede de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Aprendi tantas coisas, reaprendi outras, desaprendi muitas, e renovei todas as minhas forças e crenças! Hoje olho para dentro de mim e vejo a esperança revestida de coragem! Posso dizer que apesar da saudade da minha terra, eu encontrei nesses ares a Julianne que pensava haver perdido no meio do caminho. Essa Julianne com sonhos de umA “Quixotesca” ainda vive em mim os mais loucos e belos ideais, em todos os seus gestos e ações! 2009 reacendeu-me à luz da minha vida! MINHA VIDA! E claro, não teria conseguido alcançar tal benção se não fosse o amor de todos que guardo no meu coração! Pessoas que estão longe, mas que só num suspiro de saudade já sinto tão pertinho do meu coração o seu abraço! Pessoas que encontrei aqui, que reencontrei e que ao repetir diferentes vezes a mesma mensagem em que ouvir a vida inteira de almas que cruzei pela vida:  não desista, eu acredito em você!;  refizeram minha vontade de continuar a ser o que eu sou, e lutar pelos meus sonhos, mas, a principalmente a olhar pra mim, e ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;A humildade de gente que me sorria com o mais puro sentimento de uma alma. Todo o bem, toda a cor, todo o amor, está aqui dentro pulsando sem parar! Celebrando a vida, o recomeço e a coragem que sobrevive e me ensina a buscar a cada dia um mundo melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;“O mundo começa agora! Apenas começamos!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Que venha 2010!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Paz e Amor a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-1299833888581298585?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1299833888581298585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=1299833888581298585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1299833888581298585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/1299833888581298585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/12/minha-vida-em-2009.html' title='Minha vida em 2009!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-640772579976093086</id><published>2009-12-30T23:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:55:25.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim, o vôo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim ela voou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Voou pelo ar rodopiando mundo a fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Às novas paisagens que despertaram no seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;...Preenchidas de esperança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Libertando-se do sofrimento de outrora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela voou às montanhas da tão sonhada realização &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Farfalla Amarela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Reflexo do Sol, do luar do sertão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eis a época do seu mais belo vôo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem a pressa de chegar e sem medo de voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao passado de larva e melancolias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje sorri serena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Com o brilho de orvalhos que cristalizam suas asas à luz da manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tempo de novas quimeras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;De um ideal protegido com amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tempo de viver &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;A felicidade que em ti desabrochou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;Reunindo corpo, coração e mente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; 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color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: yellow; text-align: justify;"&gt;E o aprendizado fiel de um ser que acredita na essência da alma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-640772579976093086?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/640772579976093086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=640772579976093086' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/640772579976093086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/640772579976093086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/12/enfim-o-voo.html' title='Enfim, o vôo!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SznVd0R4SAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/kVSZVx3Brqk/s72-c/Imagem+532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-150780679101218884</id><published>2009-12-15T10:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:04:34.473-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgVbDc2QlbA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgVbDc2QlbA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-150780679101218884?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/150780679101218884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=150780679101218884' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/150780679101218884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/150780679101218884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-7540788314995867348</id><published>2009-12-15T10:02:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:27:36.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>14-12-2009, Joinville, SC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Syd6zpZBxWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bSN-CgacukM/s1600-h/adeus-adeus-baloes-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Syd6zpZBxWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bSN-CgacukM/s320/adeus-adeus-baloes-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chega uma hora que a gente cansa. Cansa e não quer saber. Cansa e não quer olhar para não mais ver. Não quer tocar para não mais sentir. Não quer mais falar o que nunca chegou a ouvir. Não quer mais chorar o que deixou de sorrir. Chega uma hora que as estrelas tornam-se ilusões de um admirador solitário, e o coração exausto pára de viver o que um dia, com coragem, acreditou!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse coração que já viajou os sete mares, já lutou em tempestades, onde o vento frio tantas vezes o despedaçou. Esse coração que transborda amor quando bate, que como rosa se abre a todos que no seu caminho já encontrou. Que voa leve feito pluma, dançando música, fazendo do sonho uma obra pura de arte, que enaltece os olhos de quem o vê, de quem o acredita, e com os olhos da alma fita a sua verdadeira face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse coração que se entrega sem medo de fazerem dele como aqueles velhos brinquedos que já não “servem” mais... Esse coração que acredita na força do amor, e nada pede em troca, que se sorri ou se chora, suspira a paz pelo simples dom de se doar a alguém. Um coração que vibra ao sentir o som das asas de borboletas entre as flores, que respira a manhã que chega com o canto dos bem-te-vis, descobrindo no eterno sabor de cada segundo, pulsar a razão do existir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse coração que pula feito menino, corre, grita, canta, perde o tino, ao calor das mais suaves e profundas emoções, abraça outros corações e percorre o infinito, como um cometa, desenhando no imenso universo o som de um belo sorriso amigo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse coração que está cansado... Tem medo de ficar congelado no tempo desse mundo apressado, que futiliza todos os nossos gestos, palavras, sentidos. Esse coração exausto já quase não alcança os próprios passos rumo à felicidade de ser.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chega uma hora que se cansa de ver a esperança esvair em versos de dor. Chega o momento que tudo o que queremos é ser sentido e amado, ser acolhido pelos braços de alguém que também acredita no ser, que vive aquilo que faz, que sente aquilo que diz, sem ser aparentemente um a mais... Mas que seja um a menos, em meio a multidão de coisas superficiais. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentada no banco da praça, no centro da cidade, em meio ao barulho dos automóveis, dos calçados que se desgastam na pressa, nos passos pesados que os levam aos destinos onde já não são... Eu ainda ouço o som dos pássaros, o vento nas árvores, e o pulsar de corações nas diferentes expressões que o tempo do mundo esculpiu. E de repente, meu coração avista uma criança com seu balão a brincar. Segura-o com amor e cuidado, para ele não fugir... Porém, distraída, olhando as pombinhas do chão, corre feliz entre elas, e escapole dos seus dedos o seu colorido balão. Quando se dá conta, num gesto singelo, a criança põe-se a sorrir, diz adeus ao seu balão colorido e o acompanha com os olhos cheios de brilho, ele voar rumo ao céu azul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coração meu, então, suspira, e de repente nos meus olhos também brilha aquela esperança fiel de menina. Que acredita no mundo colorido, onde todos possam ser o que são, onde a gente saiba estender a mão, sem envaidecer o nosso coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A hora do cansaço vai passando, e eu vou me alimentando de tudo o que meus olhos ainda conseguem sentir... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7540788314995867348?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7540788314995867348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7540788314995867348' title='3 Comentários'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arranquem de mim o coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E o plantem numa terra seca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para que ele não sinta a dor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De ver morrer as flores do meu pensamento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se me tiras esse direito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tornar-me-ei semente empalhada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pedra ou cascalho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no caminho vazio de uma estrada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7991211480810800253?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7991211480810800253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7991211480810800253' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7991211480810800253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7991211480810800253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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cale quando eu for falar&lt;br /&gt;Não me peça o que eu não quero ter&lt;br /&gt;Não me julgue o que eu não sou&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe partir sem saber!&lt;br /&gt;Não vim pra navegar nas águas da superfície&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho sem medo nesse mar de viver&lt;br /&gt;Na sorte de um amor tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar livre todos os dias e renascer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7105058597309037999?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7105058597309037999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7105058597309037999' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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large;"&gt;Meu mundo em vários mundos, um dentro do outro, em caminhos e mistérios o meu mundo se protegeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo não é claro nem escuro, o meu mundo não é meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo é no mundo mais um mundo que não é apenas mundo, sou Eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo é colorido, é vento, é sonho, é alma, é silêncio, é a palavra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;São risos e sons de lágrimas puras, abraços fortes e mãos seguras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E já ouvi dizerem absurdos, mas eu não me perturbo porque no meu mundo eu não sou muro mudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nem talvez, nem mais ou menos, nem meio termo, nem não sei, porque meu mundo é inteiro mesmo quando está vazio... É natural mesmo sendo quente ou sendo todo frio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Já não é igual e sei lá se for anormal, não faz mal, porque o meu mundo no meu mundo é o ideal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É ser e não ter; tem que crer para ver; tem que sentir para entender; tem que se entregar para ouvir a música que vem lá do fundo... E se jogar de braços abertos para “todo mundo”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E nesse mundo mudo quantas vezes o mundo do meu eu se perdeu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah! Mas não hesitava em lutar e logo estava de volta, em mim, o mundo meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E insisto pode até parecer absurdo, mas não posso abrir mão do meu mundo se &amp;nbsp;ele me escolheu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se vida e felicidade pura ele me dá, se o caminho que me esperas viver ele sempre guardará!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo não é esse mundo nem esse mundo é o meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo é mais oculto e mais profundo que todo mundo e eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo não é apenas o meu mundo, meu mundo sou Eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo é um pedaço de sonho um sonho que não é só meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo cabe todo o mundo, mas não esse mundo em que o meu mundo um dia se perdeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meu mundo é você, meu mundo é mais que eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quem poderá chamar de louco a beleza desse mundo meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: black; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se ele simplesmente sorri como um novo sol aos olhos de Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8284698702314731525?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8284698702314731525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=8284698702314731525' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8284698702314731525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/8284698702314731525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/11/meu-mundo-nesse-mundo.html' title='Meu mundo e esse mundo!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-7090420055504517864</id><published>2009-11-14T22:20:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:20:02.220-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O livro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Páginas que vivem em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sv9IKw0qkDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wt0Udpuj6nA/s1600-h/escrevendo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sv9IKw0qkDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wt0Udpuj6nA/s320/escrevendo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: black; clear: both; color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começarei falando da cor, da cor que era colorida com tons cheios alma, tons que vinham da essência dos segredos da vida, das descobertas e da imaginação de uma pequena menina. Dos campos cobertos de verde-limão, do vento nos cabelos, das flores que cheirava e colhia... Do mar, das mãos dadas com o horizonte, dos sonhos que pareciam tão longe... Dos primeiros desenhos, das peças de teatro, da primeira iniciativa social, dos medos, dos novos ideais e novas descobertas. Dos valores aprendidos e despertados em emoções sublimes... Do receio de gritar, das inquietações, dos momentos em que o desejo de partir era maior do que a vida, dos instantes de desespero, da maldade confundida, das decisões incertas, das contradições de sentimentos, momentos de profundo amadurecimento, autoconhecimento, momentos em que a minha casa não era mais minha, momento de dizer adeus... E os novos rumos, novos encontros, daquela dorzinha gostosa no peito, do primeiro amor, da saudade entardecida, do silêncio de um olhar que se encontrou no meu, do abraço que me afagou, da sinceridade que me trouxe mais uma manhã onde pude cuidar de novo das sementes que vinha plantando desde a minha infância. Falarei das viagens, das idas e vindas, ora inconstantes, ora intuitivas, dos pensamentos que seguiam os canteiros das estradas, dos meus olhos que procuravam nas paisagens uma resposta para tudo o que eu não esperava viver... E fui vivendo, de cabeça erguida, muitas vezes olhava pro chão, e reparava na sabedoria de uma pequena formiga e sem perceber aprendia e reaprendia a seguir em frente sem temer os obstáculos... Das convivências difíceis, das coisas e circunstâncias das quais eu não soube lidar, das verdades que foram escondidas, da coragem que me acordou, do medo que me fez dormir, dos braços que segurei e cuidei, do perdão, do dom de amar, da esperança que me despertava com o canto dos pássaros, por mais dura e pesada fosse a noite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por todos os lados, tentei fugir várias vezes, mesmo sem saber pra onde iria... Mas falarei da companhia da lua, do silêncio da noite, das conversas com Deus e com as estrelas, da paixão pelo universo, da visita aos meus antepassados, da revelações e sinais do coração, das amizades que me acalentam, dos abraços fraternos, do amor de pai, do amor de mãe, dos valores que a vida foi desabrochando aos poucos dentro de mim, das coisas lindas que aprendi e continuo aprendendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foi entre poesias, frases, telas, gestos e antigas melodias, que eu compus o meu viver, buscando pedaços de mim nessa longa estrada, nas entrelinhas do tempo, nasci e renasci a cada despedida, a cada recomeço, entre quedas e precipícios, descobri as minhas asas. Fui tecendo com fios de algodão, sem pressa, sem medo de errar, as asas de uma alma! A liberdade de uma vida!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As lembranças vêm com a essência da aurora, colorida como um arco-íris que aos poucos vai tomando sua forma real, vem à luz do primeiro olhar ao mundo. E como não lembrar se jamais poderei esquecer as paisagens desenhadas no meu coração, e como não sentir e buscar a maneira mais simples de contar... Contar o que vi e senti ao abrir os olhos para um mundo tão grande e misterioso tanto quanto à vontade e a alegria de poder arriscar mais uma existência... A imaginação e a liberdade numa só composição, campos de lavanda dançando com o vento misturando-se na mesma sintonia do ar puro e expressando pedaços e momentos de passados e presentes futuros. Escrevo ao cair das folhas secas de outono, ao caminhar na estrada serena que eu escolhi seguir, ao me jogar entre as pedras do meu caminho e aprender também com elas que uma pedra tem o seu valor, escrevo aos ensinamentos do luar: O sonho e o ideal. O começo e recomeço, o encontro e reencontro, tudo outra vez... tudo mais uma vez escutando a voz da vida, decifrando no fundo dos olhares humanos a minha historia, a minha missão... E nas paredes sobreviviam desenhos e sentimentos, versos simples em poesias que expressavam o âmago da minha infância, eram desenhos abstratos, casas com chaminés que tocavam o céu, árvores de frutas vermelhas, talvez maçãs, talvez framboesas, árvores do tamanho dos meus sonhos, que balançavam ao vento que me encontrava sempre a olhar pelas janelas do mundo. As janelas viviam escancaradas e a noite os vaga-lumes tocavam no silêncio a orquestra de suas luzes verdes e mágicas.&amp;nbsp; Os beija-flores e as flores amarelas, e por que amarelas? Até hoje eu não sei, mas eram sempre as amarelas, não que as outras flores de todas as cores também não faziam parte do meu descobrir, mas as amarelas, tão amarelas dentro de mim, perfumavam minha solidão com o cheiro carinhoso dos querubins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ruas de pedrinhas brilhantes”, inventava historias, encenava o teatro do mundo, que nem imaginava minhas inocentes idéias que um dia fossem enfrentar o palco da dura realidade. No quintal de esconderijos secretos, na casinha simples como a das camponesas que estavam nos meus sonhos, as panelinhas de barro, o cheiro da fumaça do fogão a lenha na roupa que a minha mãe costurava com sua delicada mão... Lembro-me da primeira peça de teatro, a qual batizei como ‘A liberdade dos contos de fadas’, em palavras doces e simples, no meu criar, eu encontrei o início de um caminho fiel, ou melhor dizendo o caminho do meu coração...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7090420055504517864?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7090420055504517864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=7090420055504517864' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7090420055504517864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/7090420055504517864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-primeiras-paginas.html' title='O livro!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sv9IKw0qkDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wt0Udpuj6nA/s72-c/escrevendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-2240881275792707334</id><published>2009-10-28T08:16:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:26:35.688-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SugqJDaIeLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cttgUfSBMwU/s1600-h/Imagem+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SugqJDaIeLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cttgUfSBMwU/s320/Imagem+284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397610488425642162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;É quando o vento macio toca meus cabelos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eles voam nas asas douradas do sol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a tarde repousa nas montanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os versos divinos do arrebol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando na manhã que me recebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O canto dos pássaros ecoam dentro de casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E conduz ao encontro secreto da minha alma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas estrelas, pingos de mistério&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando fazem segredos singelos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada de poesia do meu coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas águas cristalinas das cachoeiras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No barulho da chuva de madrugada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na beleza natural de cada ser&lt;br /&gt;Que enfeita a margem dos rios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedras, flores, árvores, libélulas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas ondas do aceano, na superfície do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A profundeza iluminada quando do corpo me esvazio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio do abraço, pondo-me a renovar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza do caminho, a firmeza do meu caminhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenidade! Eis a magia dos meus dias!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis minha fonte de amar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos cheios d'agua, de coisas raras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que abrem as janelas do meu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada despertar!&lt;br /&gt;Serenidade! Eis a minha dança sem medo de flutuar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-2240881275792707334?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2240881275792707334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=2240881275792707334' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2240881275792707334'/><link 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0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O coração se enche de lágrima&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E teme não chorar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo desejando sorrir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aquele velho sorriso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aquela doce gargalhada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo o que plantou em seu jardim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os segredos de uma menina&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Os desejos de uma mulher&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A nascente natural, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O aroma das flores encantadas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela deita sobre a terra e sente o 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rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Retoma a esperança do seu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do seu recanto, seu acalanto, sua força de viver&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ergue-se serena&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Envolvida pelo brilho da lua&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seduzida pelas asas das borboletas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com quem aprendeu a voar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ela volta para si&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reaprendendo a se amar!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-5584214765493852568?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SqzbQLwHu8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/9E6sZB9lrtM/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SqzbQLwHu8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/9E6sZB9lrtM/s320/DSC02409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380916725879913410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Terminar uma história não é fácil &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil dizer adeus e pensar que esse adeus pode ser pra sempre &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil abandonar um sonho, uma semente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil desaprender os gestos, as caras e bocas, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Calar as mais sinceras palavras &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;E não continuar a escrever o desejo do coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;E a história vai chegando ao fim &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil secar as flores &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil fingir um não &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil fechar o livro na metade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil escutar a razão &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Pra um coração que guarda infinitas esperanças &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Um coração que vive e sonha &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Acreditando na pureza, na grandeza do sentimento mais simples &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Nas conquistas eternas &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Nos dias claros e nos dias escuros &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Nas noites frias e nas noites quentes &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Um coração que vê vida em tudo &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Um coração que desafia o mundo &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;E não tem medo de perder &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que não vai ganhar &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil arriscar o ultimo suspiro &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não é fácil encarar o mesmo sorriso &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;E não vê o que se via &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;E não sentir a mesma fantasia &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Lembrar de preenchidos dias &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;E não continuar a escrever &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Por que a história chega ao seu fim &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Quando nosso coração cansa de lutar sozinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Os sonhos vão esvaindo em solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo que não seja fácil &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Não voltar atrás &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Dizer nunca mais &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Olhar no teu olhar e me ver indo embora &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Deixarei o meu coração &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Nos lugares que mesmo sem querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre me encontrarás &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Assim como eu encontro você! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-4451288243405372617?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4451288243405372617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=4451288243405372617' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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de cartas e sentimentos &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eternos do meu coração&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O que faço aqui&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque quando olho não te vejo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como decifrar nesse silêncio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;O teu rosto em segredo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como poderei te sentir?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mostra o que há de profundo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo que seja passageiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faça mover o mundo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toca meu coração lá bem fundo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sente as maravilhas desse luar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ou assim como veio, desapareça&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nessa estrada em que me cabe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já não posso mais te reinventar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nem deixar que de mim, eu esqueça.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8366474603908204470?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8366474603908204470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Spk8BsgXiSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Kzx9ZaQozaY/s72-c/zz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-2267615967517928211</id><published>2009-08-15T11:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:44:48.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Lar dos Ventos - 2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SobKh8Ur-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bdLo-nz3rhY/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SobKh8Ur-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bdLo-nz3rhY/s320/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370202290163284370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A missão havia sido terminada&lt;br /&gt;O canto do vento ecoava pela casa vazia&lt;br /&gt;Tão misteriosa que sua essência seca&lt;br /&gt;Era capaz de rasgar as lembranças mais distantes&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo a mais feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Ali haviam sonhos de corações partidos&lt;br /&gt;Alucinações e espelhos quebrados&lt;br /&gt;E um som áspero de um lar que não era mais colorido:&lt;br /&gt;O Lar dos Ventos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-2267615967517928211?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2267615967517928211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=2267615967517928211' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2267615967517928211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2267615967517928211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-lar-dos-ventos-2000.html' title='O Lar dos Ventos - 2000'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SobKh8Ur-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bdLo-nz3rhY/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-3515694790901707513</id><published>2009-08-15T10:05:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:44:29.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de menina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SobLau42R_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/DaZSBJL462E/s1600-h/menina+no+campo+30x24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SobLau42R_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/DaZSBJL462E/s320/menina+no+campo+30x24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370203265809401842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sinto o cheiro da minha terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Quando fecho os olhos a sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lembro daquele jeitinho que há nela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lugar algum, igual não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As cantigas do meu tempo de menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Da fogueira sob o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A pureza dos severinos e severinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Batendo palmas a dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As Donas Marias e os seus Josés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A cocada alegre de Dona Dina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O juju fresquinho da Colina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E na casinha de Dona Tonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O cheirinho carinhoso de seu café&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A casinha de camponesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Onde vestia a saia branca e ia pescar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Colhia as flores na beira da represa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pro meu cabelo despenteado enfeitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E montada no cavalo branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Brincava de heroína pelas serras e montanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Como o Dom quixote e o seu fiel Sancho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vencia os vilões entre os gigantes pés de manga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A brisa do mar nos coqueirais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O colar de conchas que fazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tudo era do tamanho da paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mal nenhum,  existir poderia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Bruxas e fadas sorriam para ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;À camponesa, à heroína, à sereia do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Um mundo de sonhos e aquarelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Iluminavam a menina, que cedo aprendeu a voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-3515694790901707513?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SobLau42R_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/DaZSBJL462E/s72-c/menina+no+campo+30x24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-6069553774428048953</id><published>2009-08-15T09:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:05:36.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palco - 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas minhas confusões mentais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encontro confissões desiguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;De sensações que eu não quero sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nesse emaranhado  de pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faço força para esquecer o que eu não já não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E desse mundo insensato fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem volta ou recomeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;De tanto lembrar eu me esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E viro o que quiser de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qualquer ilusão real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que troca de papel nesse palco sem fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6069553774428048953?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6069553774428048953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6069553774428048953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6069553774428048953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6069553774428048953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/08/palco-2005.html' title='Palco - 2005'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-4663488925209790026</id><published>2009-08-15T09:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:37:06.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra me surpreender!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWm2wej8B5c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWm2wej8B5c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no teu olhar interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quando distraído olhas para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu ouço o som da tua voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mesmo quando nada diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Desejando a tua entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Debruço minha saudade na janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E espero o sol chegar com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pra me surpreender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu me perco buscando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O teu caminhar sobre nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A tua procura pelo nosso encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E nos olhos do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ver-me refletida na inocência sincera dos teus sonhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-4663488925209790026?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4663488925209790026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=4663488925209790026' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4663488925209790026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4663488925209790026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/08/pra-me-surpreender.html' title='Pra me surpreender!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-3438825582249812039</id><published>2009-07-29T12:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:09:13.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinito Olhar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uhHkxj0kyz8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uhHkxj0kyz8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só meu olhar pra te convencer&lt;br /&gt;Do infinito dos olhos meus&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vêem em você&lt;br /&gt;Só dentro dos meus olhos pra entender&lt;br /&gt;Que nossos encontros e encantos&lt;br /&gt;Não se findam ao entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos passeiam e os meus&lt;br /&gt;Seguem sem medo as estrelas nos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;O universo que transcende a alma&lt;br /&gt;Quando dentro dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos tocam os teus&lt;br /&gt;A magia que enlouquece e acalma&lt;br /&gt;Quando dentro dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Os teus olhos entregam-se aos meus&lt;br /&gt;E num único olhar poder sentir&lt;br /&gt;O horizonte de dois olhares&lt;br /&gt;Que se beijam no sem-fim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-3438825582249812039?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-4733367464899225193</id><published>2009-07-08T21:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:57:50.268-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu pra você? Quem é você para mim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Slc0MTllJVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/t7TlzHhZHRA/s1600-h/cc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Slc0MTllJVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/t7TlzHhZHRA/s320/cc.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356807667801466194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenhos do destino, traduções infindas,&lt;br /&gt;Nas cores singelas, nas idas e vindas,&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo Sol, a mesma Lua,&lt;br /&gt;Tão real quanto o acordar de uma pequena flor,&lt;br /&gt;Tão irreal quanto um sonho de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas simples,... cordial e sincero.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que intradutível entendo a tua lingua&lt;br /&gt;E em teus olhos vejo amanhecer meus dias&lt;br /&gt;E quando a noite vem, a lua vem clarear nossas almas&lt;br /&gt;Nos levando ao sonho que pensamos ser verdade.&lt;br /&gt;E lançamos nossos corações entre as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;E eles voam como vaga-lumes a dançar,&lt;br /&gt;A música serena do universo, dos sonhos que se reconhecem num único olhar,&lt;br /&gt;E vamos flutuando,... formando vapores de amor&lt;br /&gt;Diluimos nosso ser em pequenas moleculas risonhas&lt;br /&gt;E quando juntamos nossas palavras escrevemos o romance dos deuses.&lt;br /&gt;Numa forma crua de amar&lt;br /&gt;A nossa necessidade de estar e ser o que queremos e acreditamos.&lt;br /&gt;O que acreditamos e sabemos encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;E nos encontramos onde sabemos que podemos existir.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de nós. Em ti e Em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Em mim e em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne Melo &amp;amp; Lucas Santana (Os Poetas das estrelas!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-4733367464899225193?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4733367464899225193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=4733367464899225193' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4733367464899225193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4733367464899225193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-sou-eu-pra-voce-quem-e-voce-para.html' title='Quem sou eu pra você? Quem é você para mim?'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Slc0MTllJVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/t7TlzHhZHRA/s72-c/cc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-229206054472038124</id><published>2009-06-27T13:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:44:01.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Utopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KskJDDW93k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KskJDDW93k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me aonde eu possa ser e estar&lt;br /&gt;Em parte alguma,&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Move-me!&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas luzidas de idealismo&lt;br /&gt;No trilhar do caminho desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Na realização dos meus ideais&lt;br /&gt;Protege-me das algemas&lt;br /&gt;Do veneno das falsas ideologias&lt;br /&gt;Nas teias do Sistema&lt;br /&gt;E concede-me a paz&lt;br /&gt;De não temer a luta&lt;br /&gt;De suportar a angustia&lt;br /&gt;Das injustiças, e desigualdades sociais.&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me!&lt;br /&gt;Com as luzes da esperança que brilham&lt;br /&gt;Em cada rosto esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Nas sabedorias eternizadas&lt;br /&gt;Pelos nossos ancestrais&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o sonho do louco de juízo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que olha para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;De dentro pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando na realização do “impossível!”&lt;br /&gt;No altruísmo dos jovens quixotes&lt;br /&gt;Na força iluminada do amor!&lt;br /&gt;Em parte alguma,&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Move-me aonde eu for!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-229206054472038124?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/229206054472038124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=229206054472038124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/229206054472038124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/229206054472038124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/06/utopia-leve-me-aonde-eu-possa-ser-e_27.html' title='Utopia'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-7472613438089440576</id><published>2009-06-03T21:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:43:14.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho e Sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/47k5OBJWWzQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/47k5OBJWWzQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os vaga-lumes brincam ao luar&lt;br /&gt;E a noite caminha leve entre as folhas das árvores&lt;br /&gt;Os versos escorrem pelos dedos&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pára e leva o medo...&lt;br /&gt;O vento brando vem com a neblina de paz&lt;br /&gt;E as mãos se abraçam no fundo do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e já não há pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Sonho e Sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Entregam-se ao sereno&lt;br /&gt;E o sublime acontece!&lt;br /&gt;Breve e Denso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-7472613438089440576?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7472613438089440576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-393920278168829808</id><published>2009-05-27T20:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:00:00.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema sem fala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_nJyn9-cjY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t_nJyn9-cjY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta que sinto em não dizer&lt;br /&gt;Calo-me, o silêncio explica&lt;br /&gt;Esse olhar, esse querer&lt;br /&gt;Mágico e profundo, hipnotiza&lt;br /&gt;Tal palavra&lt;br /&gt;Move o chão e alucina&lt;br /&gt;Poema sem fala&lt;br /&gt;Se murmura se clama&lt;br /&gt;Transborda a alma&lt;br /&gt;Troca tudo e se desmancha&lt;br /&gt;Sem começo, meio e fim&lt;br /&gt;Se desfaz em chamas&lt;br /&gt;No universo de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-393920278168829808?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/393920278168829808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=393920278168829808' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/393920278168829808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/393920278168829808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-que-sinto-em-nao-dizer-calo-me-o.html' title='Poema sem fala!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-8571777864423134265</id><published>2009-05-20T19:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:19:40.542-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/ShSILRctqNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lNS4DTBq4aU/s1600-h/liberdade_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338041185584654546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/ShSILRctqNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lNS4DTBq4aU/s320/liberdade_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choro ventos de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grito poemas sem dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na voz no meu silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desfaço-me em pétalas de flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moro sem casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No frio sou calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se sonho tenho asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se acordo sonho sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A paz é meu rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A plenitude do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou inspirando a música da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentindo cada passo que dou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8571777864423134265?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8571777864423134265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/ShSILRctqNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lNS4DTBq4aU/s72-c/liberdade_top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-3537756733252585706</id><published>2009-05-16T14:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:38:11.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agosto de 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;18 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Como os 15, naqueles dia de tempestade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Onde as lágrimas acompanhavam os pingos da chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Que vinham do céu e escorriam pela janela da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje tudo é tão real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nada voltou ao normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E as lembranças perseguem o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nos dias cheios de coisas vazias, assim como eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O que contarei do amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lembro dos meus olhos que brilhavam poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Em paisagens que não existiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lembro das flores que cuidava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dos pássaros que cantavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No lar que não havia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Descolorido, o lar dos ventos e precipícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quem eu era?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Como eu seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;18 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Apenas um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Como os 15, onde eu via as rosas desabrocharem dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E secarem no jardim lá de fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-3537756733252585706?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-6642675797390321816</id><published>2009-05-16T13:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:38:41.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As asas da borboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sg7wq6G58WI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4Cg9-i4Bsx8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336467228424008034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sg7wq6G58WI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4Cg9-i4Bsx8/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Posou na minha janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Uma borboleta azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Trazia nas asas abertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Um brilho incomum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Num movimento leve balançava-as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E como se soubesse de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Brlhava e brilhava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Adentrou no meu recanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E no silêncio escutei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A voz das suas asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jamais esquecerei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tão delicada, suavemente tocou em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Deixou pingar uma lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Depois vôou e não mais a vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O meu sorriso se abriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E uma paz me fez sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Depois que a borboleta partiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Minha alma era esperança sem fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Quando eu pensava em adoremecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Os meus sonhos no vazio da imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Uma simples borboleta veio inesperada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E com a música de suas asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Acendeu meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6642675797390321816?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6642675797390321816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6642675797390321816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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companhia&lt;br /&gt;No fluir de suas intensas poesias&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima de paz&lt;br /&gt;Quando seus olhos fecham-se no silêncio que faz...&lt;br /&gt;A alma dança no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E ela vislumbra-se com o luar&lt;br /&gt;Que a natureza estréia&lt;br /&gt;E a noite vem iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Ela acredita no desconhecido e no amor&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhares da vida&lt;br /&gt;Na riqueza daquele galhinho&lt;br /&gt;Que a formiga carrega como valor&lt;br /&gt;A luz da lua adentra sutilmente&lt;br /&gt;Rompendo a escuridão dos pensamentos vazios&lt;br /&gt;E vai abençoando os caminhos desse viver&lt;br /&gt;Bosques e montanhas, cidades e jardins&lt;br /&gt;De infinitos encontros e reencontros&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca, nunca terão fim...&lt;br /&gt;E se pergunta a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Ele aponta o coração&lt;br /&gt;E pede apenas, a viver espontaneamente&lt;br /&gt;Porque não há,&lt;br /&gt;Não há explicação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6696294980970869052?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6696294980970869052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6696294980970869052' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6696294980970869052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6696294980970869052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-da-janela-aqueles-olhos-contemplam-o.html' title='Dança da alma'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SgIeIUpD-YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dPmM6t2hCAQ/s72-c/luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-282572583488069671</id><published>2009-05-06T19:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:25:02.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança sem fim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SgISUBcIEOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sMWhAPpCFUE/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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poesia&lt;br /&gt;E agora minha alma muda de casa&lt;br /&gt;Mas minha casa não muda de alma&lt;br /&gt;E o jardim continuo a cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Como um pedaço essencial de mim&lt;br /&gt;Cuido para quando o sol de novo chegar&lt;br /&gt;Receba-o feliz e tão puro e tão sincero assim&lt;br /&gt;E ilumine esses olhos que nunca deixou de amar&lt;br /&gt;Olhos de esperança sem fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-282572583488069671?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/282572583488069671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=282572583488069671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-5167732541908587516</id><published>2009-05-04T06:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:03:02.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sf66Oooy7-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/UPFqxP9s3IY/s1600-h/praia_do_chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331903769442709474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sf66Oooy7-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/UPFqxP9s3IY/s320/praia_do_chile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me daquele dia como se fosse ontem. Caminhávamos na areia macia da praia de mãos dadas, e quando olhava para o teu rosto via o céu azul lá em cima...&lt;br /&gt;No mar as ondas iam e voltavam, cada uma de um jeito diferente, e eu observava e falava... Ah como eu falava! Tu nada dizias, nem sei se escutava! Ia brincando nos meus passos leves, sorrindo com a brisa, cantando cantigas de menina, eu caminhava ao teu lado! Segura nos meus passos e sentindo a vida intensamente dentro de mim, naquela tarde mágica de sol... Será que me escutavas? No que pensavas? E nos teus passos tensos, pesados, cabeça baixa, olhar exausto, vi o teu medo da vida me cutucar... Mas eu respirava fundo e apertava forte a tua mão... Estava segura! Confiava em você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leve, solta e livre... Falando pelos cotovelos, olhando a paisagem e procurando te fazer feliz com a minha pequena felicidade, mas nada dizias... E seguia me arrastando na contradição dos nossos passos, às vezes um tropeço descuidado e eu sorria achando que estivesse brincando, nenhuma expressão no teu rosto eu via. Parei no meio do caminho, estava cansada e como não queria aborrecê-lo, apontei o horizonte! Tu olhaste para mim, com um jeito impaciente e quis continuar a andar, mas quando viu os meus olhos brilharem, pela primeira vez, olhou na mesma direção e eu radiante não podia perder um segundo desse momento:&lt;br /&gt;(Pai! Você está vendo o que tem do outro lado? O que será? O que consegue ver?).&lt;br /&gt;É Pai do outro lado do infinito! É tão lindo... Consigo imaginar, o que tem lá... Fadas brincando com as borboletas, crianças correndo entre as flores... Consegue ver!? Calado, áspero, nada via, o que veria com os olhos fechados!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o fato de estarmos olhando juntos na mesma direção trazia-me paz! Não percebi quando minha mão já estava sozinha e eu continuei falando, imaginando, e meu coração batia forte, meus olhos brilhavam de emoção e deu aquela vontade de ver o céu azul que tinha sobre a sua cabeça, pra ver se teus olhos deslumbravam-se assim como os meus. Mas quando me dei conta, tu não estavas mais ao meu lado! Lá longe, partia distante, quase não conseguia vê-lo... Seguia do mesmo jeito, passos pesados, cabisbaixo. Não desisti! Saí correndo em tua direção... Tentei gritar, mas hesitei quando uma lagrima caiu... Percebi que não o alcançaria, e meu caminho não poderia ser o mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Continuei, seguindo a linha aonde o mar derramava os segredos da vida. E quando sentia saudade, eu olhava para cima e via o reflexo da tua face no azul do céu e a lembrança viva de quando olhamos juntos na mesma direção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-5167732541908587516?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5167732541908587516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=5167732541908587516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/5167732541908587516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/5167732541908587516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pai.html' title='Pai...'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sf66Oooy7-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/UPFqxP9s3IY/s72-c/praia_do_chile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-3815633558043675507</id><published>2009-05-02T19:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:25:49.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfzSTtdz43I/AAAAAAAAAG8/mRtndENuHco/s1600-h/!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331367294963802994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfzSTtdz43I/AAAAAAAAAG8/mRtndENuHco/s320/!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa-me ser!&lt;br /&gt;Ser alguém ou ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Ser!&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro de camomila&lt;br /&gt;O jeito de lavar os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Ser pouco ou muito&lt;br /&gt;Nada ou tudo&lt;br /&gt;Ser!&lt;br /&gt;Ser irreal, utópica e natural!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser de vento, pensamento mudo que passa e não deixa sinal!&lt;br /&gt;Vendaval!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser de fogo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me queimar, aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Esse puro sentimento, inquieto, intenso, fugaz!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser!&lt;br /&gt;Ser de pena, leve e solta&lt;br /&gt;Sem máscaras e sem roupa&lt;br /&gt;Asa sem documento&lt;br /&gt;O som de um antigo instrumento!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me andar descalça sentir a terra, meditar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me soltar os braços, caminhar na brisa, voar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser mar fundo, lago raso e brando, rio breve e profundo!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me ser a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;O vazio que me entende&lt;br /&gt;A poesia que me procura&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão que acolhe a luz e me reacende!&lt;br /&gt;Auto-conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Um sei lá do quê&lt;br /&gt;Algo sem definição&lt;br /&gt;Sem fundamento&lt;br /&gt;Sem razão!&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixa-me Ser!&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa de momento&lt;br /&gt;Nas multidões do meu ser!&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;Toda coisa&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada em vão&lt;br /&gt;Ser aquela coisa toda,&lt;br /&gt;Que vem lá do coração!&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que tenho sido então&lt;br /&gt;Livre emoção!&lt;br /&gt;Não julgue, nem me desvende&lt;br /&gt;Não me machuque, nem tente!&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser fria e posso ser quente!&lt;br /&gt;Deduções e argumentos,&lt;br /&gt;Caras e bocas, não tente!&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser fria e posso ser quente!&lt;br /&gt;Simples como o acordar de uma flor!&lt;br /&gt;Complexa como uma carta de amor!&lt;br /&gt;Que conversa com as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;E preenche a noite de cantigas&lt;br /&gt;Que aprende com a grandeza&lt;br /&gt;de uma pequena formiga!&lt;br /&gt;Cigana e dança!&lt;br /&gt;Ama e canta!&lt;br /&gt;Chora e clama!&lt;br /&gt;A Menina dos olhos de lua&lt;br /&gt;Inocente e profana!&lt;br /&gt;Que se encanta com a alegria do palhaço de rua!&lt;br /&gt;Cigana e ama,&lt;br /&gt;Dança e clama,&lt;br /&gt;Chora e canta!&lt;br /&gt;A mulher da alma nua&lt;br /&gt;Que coloriu um grande sonho!&lt;br /&gt;E bebe água de chuva!&lt;br /&gt;Que gosta de vestidos longos,&lt;br /&gt;E dança sem música!&lt;br /&gt;Que tenta sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;E que sobrevive,&lt;br /&gt;Livre,&lt;br /&gt;Porque vive,&lt;br /&gt;Ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-3815633558043675507?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3815633558043675507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=3815633558043675507' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3815633558043675507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/3815633558043675507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/05/deixa-me-ser-ser-alguem-ou-ninguem-ser.html' title='Ser!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfzSTtdz43I/AAAAAAAAAG8/mRtndENuHco/s72-c/!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-2765680474345272038</id><published>2009-05-01T20:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:13:08.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem te vi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfzFaHRU4xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3pZB64KWhDA/s1600-h/Bem-Te-Vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331353111318815506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfzFaHRU4xI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3pZB64KWhDA/s320/Bem-Te-Vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfuFxfsA6HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SkR4AFRgKv4/s1600-h/1086275571_fc0b740af4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bem te vi! Bem te vi!&lt;br /&gt;Bem vindo, vem voando e sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Em versos de cantos e encantos que tanto amo&lt;br /&gt;Que felicidade ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;Bem te vi! Bem te vi!&lt;br /&gt;Bem divino vou ouvindo&lt;br /&gt;Bate a saudade e não tem fim!&lt;br /&gt;Ninho de amor fizeste dentro de mim!&lt;br /&gt;E de longe ouço a tão suave mágica melodia&lt;br /&gt;Poeta pássaro sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Leva teus sonhos nas asas e a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Para esse mundo tão sofredor&lt;br /&gt;Voa longe! Bem te vi! Voa longe!&lt;br /&gt;Que distante, nem tão distante&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração tão feliz sorri!&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver-te iluminado por esse dom&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus abençoou em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-2765680474345272038?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2765680474345272038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=2765680474345272038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/2765680474345272038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-6384511536530254840</id><published>2009-05-01T11:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:54:58.166-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo de ninguém!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfsH1C_RfII/AAAAAAAAAGk/2F3RXBQpo5I/s1600-h/outro_menino_da_rua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330863191839833218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfsH1C_RfII/AAAAAAAAAGk/2F3RXBQpo5I/s320/outro_menino_da_rua.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 262px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Ninguém sorriu&lt;br /&gt;Como aquele menino sorria&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém reparou no que aquele menino queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; Ninguém olhou pra onde os olhos do menino olhavam&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém perguntou porque menino chorava&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se machucou quando o menino caiu&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém notou onde o menino dormiu&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém acordou e o menino sumiu!&lt;br /&gt;Até que houve um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Em que "alguém"...&lt;br /&gt;Sorriu...&lt;br /&gt;Olhou...&lt;br /&gt;Chorou e se machucou.&lt;br /&gt;E logo depois sumiu.&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo olhou...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém também viu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-6384511536530254840?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6384511536530254840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=6384511536530254840' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6384511536530254840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/6384511536530254840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundo-de-ninguem.html' title='Mundo de ninguém!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfsH1C_RfII/AAAAAAAAAGk/2F3RXBQpo5I/s72-c/outro_menino_da_rua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-1445461720070855626</id><published>2009-05-01T10:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:37:44.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Conformidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfr95kNfbVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Oc5uSrdFk6k/s1600-h/Criminal%20Law.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330852274361036114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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type='text'>Reencontro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfry5gMU4KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sRRQ9PCIiqc/s1600-h/sol-e-lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330840178654503074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfry5gMU4KI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sRRQ9PCIiqc/s320/sol-e-lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/SfryoKKLjwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xcNJ9nub1ng/s1600-h/sol-e-lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O desejo e a esperança voltaram a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos se beijam&lt;br /&gt;E num eclipse de afinidades iluminam duas vidas&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de um universo mágico&lt;br /&gt;Desejado por duas almas afetivas&lt;br /&gt;Encontram-se e acrescentam-se&lt;br /&gt;Olhares se mostram e se revelam&lt;br /&gt;Nos gestos, toques, melodias&lt;br /&gt;Até se reconhecerem nos mesmos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Aquela mesma sensação&lt;br /&gt;Redescobrindo o viver&lt;br /&gt;Revivendo o descobrir&lt;br /&gt;O despertar de fantasias adormecidas&lt;br /&gt;O reencontro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-1513613290881052125?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1513613290881052125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=1513613290881052125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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olhar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-961916692703500873?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/961916692703500873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=961916692703500873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/961916692703500873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/961916692703500873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/05/vieste.html' title='Vieste!'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-8036219228578328414</id><published>2009-05-01T00:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:22:14.224-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfpz8oLAkQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hUahX8cX37Y/s1600-h/OgAAALxrCRPBL5kgjftxFsC-EaHEXdmljc8k1ec0nxKWNrhuZnGh-1cIK1fAyvmrGHVjm_7o4W2W02EmLR_L5NwP_a0Am1T1UEfYlQEiPkiArFB4_bH2B32PWRou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330700594359341314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfpz8oLAkQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hUahX8cX37Y/s320/OgAAALxrCRPBL5kgjftxFsC-EaHEXdmljc8k1ec0nxKWNrhuZnGh-1cIK1fAyvmrGHVjm_7o4W2W02EmLR_L5NwP_a0Am1T1UEfYlQEiPkiArFB4_bH2B32PWRou.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 256px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;Escrevo cartas ao amor&lt;br /&gt;Palavras com cheiro de flor&lt;br /&gt;Coloridas com a dor&lt;br /&gt;De lembranças não vividas&lt;br /&gt;No coração de quem amou&lt;br /&gt;Em doces fantasias enlouquecidas&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas à paixão&lt;br /&gt;Vislumbrada ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Perigosa invenção&lt;br /&gt;Cujo fim é a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas aos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Vestidos bordados&lt;br /&gt;De desejos infinitos&lt;br /&gt;Panos manchados&lt;br /&gt;Desenhos esquisitos&lt;br /&gt;Saudade em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;De momentos esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas à felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Uma ave solta livre pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Peço ao vento com bondade&lt;br /&gt;Que possa lhe entregar&lt;br /&gt;O meu sorriso sincero&lt;br /&gt;E a coragem de lhe buscar&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Que sem pedir licença ou consentimento&lt;br /&gt;Invade minha alma pequena&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo de volta sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;De uma época tão serena&lt;br /&gt;E as flores secas do outono&lt;br /&gt;Abrem a página do meu passado&lt;br /&gt;Revelando de novo as primaveras&lt;br /&gt;Dos anos rebeldes e dourados&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes parece-me tão mal&lt;br /&gt;Levando as últimas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Desfaz nos meus cabelos as tranças&lt;br /&gt;Desmanchando os mistérios da minha infância&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois subitamente&lt;br /&gt;Devolve-me sem mais as esperanças&lt;br /&gt;E minhas mãos paradas nem sempre alcançam&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas a morte&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo que ela me toque&lt;br /&gt;Com sua luz eterna&lt;br /&gt;Não me escuta, finge-se de surda&lt;br /&gt;E simplesmente desaparece, morre&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando vem inesperada&lt;br /&gt;Em sensações descontroladas&lt;br /&gt;Desesperada eu lhe peço&lt;br /&gt;Para não me levar&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos no chão&lt;br /&gt;Coloco a mão no coração&lt;br /&gt;E me ponho a rezar&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas aos pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Esses retratos de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Controladores inconscientes&lt;br /&gt;Mais velozes que o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ora apagam-se lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Ora acendem-se de repente&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas à lua&lt;br /&gt;A mulher de fases iluminada&lt;br /&gt;A criança serena e nua&lt;br /&gt;A fada que respira mágica&lt;br /&gt;A menina que canta o amor pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas ao suicida&lt;br /&gt;Na confusão interna dos meus gritos&lt;br /&gt;Quando ouço dele as despedidas&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo a cor do vazio&lt;br /&gt;Parado, ele fixa&lt;br /&gt;O seu olhar na minha dor&lt;br /&gt;E rir quando meus olhos choram&lt;br /&gt;E chora quando meus olhos riem&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas ao poeta&lt;br /&gt;Poesias tão concretas&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Poesias abstratas&lt;br /&gt;No meu mundo sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Poeta empalhado&lt;br /&gt;Pelo sopro de um poema sem amor&lt;br /&gt;Poeta tão cansado&lt;br /&gt;De ser o seu único admirador!&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo cartas para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Não sei a quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se terão fim&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que essas cartas&lt;br /&gt;Sempre voltam para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-8036219228578328414?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfpz8oLAkQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hUahX8cX37Y/s72-c/OgAAALxrCRPBL5kgjftxFsC-EaHEXdmljc8k1ec0nxKWNrhuZnGh-1cIK1fAyvmrGHVjm_7o4W2W02EmLR_L5NwP_a0Am1T1UEfYlQEiPkiArFB4_bH2B32PWRou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141153736378921938.post-4900001721437623267</id><published>2009-05-01T00:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:07:22.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfpr0iimGiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F3WpqDBURLw/s1600-h/z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330691659315681826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfpr0iimGiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F3WpqDBURLw/s320/z1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No fluir de poesias sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;Nos balés da alma&lt;br /&gt;Ela existe!&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosa! Apaixonada!&lt;br /&gt;Misteriosa, Amada!&lt;br /&gt;Ela vive!&lt;br /&gt;Quimeras! Sonhos! Segredos!&lt;br /&gt;Brinca com o vento&lt;br /&gt;Nas asas que levam ao desconhecido,&lt;br /&gt;Aos caminhos infinitos de si mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Buscando a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Escondida no âmago das coisas&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;O de dentro pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Ela vai desvendando&lt;br /&gt;Que nada é por acaso&lt;br /&gt;E com boas vindas recebe a aurora!&lt;br /&gt;Presentes pra Deusa Lua! A poetisa da solidão das ruas!&lt;br /&gt;Quanta coisa nela há que também é coisa tua!?&lt;br /&gt;Saudades não vividas, as famosas coincidências e fases da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios vêm da voz noite&lt;br /&gt;Traduzindo sensações antigas...&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de outras vidas!&lt;br /&gt;E ao contemplar os olhos da morte&lt;br /&gt;Ela descobre a Deusa Eternidade!&lt;br /&gt;A força abstrata do amor supremo! Divino!&lt;br /&gt;E o que se pode dizer&lt;br /&gt;Aos olhos do horizonte?&lt;br /&gt;Dos Caminhos que lhe conduzem&lt;br /&gt;E não há como se perder&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos em que se entrega&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem entender o por quê...&lt;br /&gt;É Intensidade!!!&lt;br /&gt;E Sempre... Há de ser!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141153736378921938-4900001721437623267?l=juliannemelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4900001721437623267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6141153736378921938&amp;postID=4900001721437623267' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4900001721437623267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141153736378921938/posts/default/4900001721437623267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliannemelo.blogspot.com/2009/04/intensidade.html' title='Intensidade'/><author><name>JULIANNE MELO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07584039455622816659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/S7iYY0W81UI/AAAAAAAAASw/TDmjMZWnTqQ/S220/OgAAAGuM0PrSLh6XeS8Z39vZngo1-7v4jOGtsUImic8gjWEPutdAuAjNLhspdVM04VA-h63FNcsFpP7SsUGJuUr__L4Am1T1UPgWZA0TZ0WdkhYXjTr0KtImpacs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTbGfEHURQw/Sfpr0iimGiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F3WpqDBURLw/s72-c/z1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
